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Post your favourites here. Can be ones you made up, retail themed ones or just ones you found on the internet or sing at Christmas every year.
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We three kings of Orient are
One in a taxi, one in a car
One on a scooter
Honking his hooter
Following Ringo Starr.
Oh star of wonder, star of light
Joseph caught his pants alight
Westward leading
Thru the ceiling
Leading to the electric light.
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Oh! You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is tapping your phone!
He's buggin your room,
He's reading your mail,
He's keeping a file
And runnin a tail
Santa Claus is tapping your phone!
He hears you in the bedroom
Surveills you out of doors
And if that doesn't get the goods
Then he'll use provocateurs.
So you mustn't assume
That you are secure
On Christmas Eve
He'll kick in your door
Santa Claus is tapping your phone!
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Drinking around the Christmas tree
at the Christmas party rush,
Faces are hung o’er the balcony,
everybody is a lush.
Drinking around the Christmas tree,
let the Christmas drunkards through,
Later we’ll do some vomiting,
and our arms will hug the loo.
You will get an upset stomach feeling when you taste
Vodka through your nose, oh golly,
Deck the halls with bowls of vomit.
Drinking around the Christmas tree,
your hangover’s on its way,
Everybody’s wearing ice pack hats
in the new old-fashioned way.
(drunken sax solo.)
You will get an upset stomach feeling when you taste
Vodka through your nose, oh golly,
Deck the halls with bowls of vomit.
Drinking around the Christmas tree,
your hangover’s on its way,
Everybody’s wearing ice pack hats
in the new old-fashioned way.
~~~
We three kings of Orient are
One in a taxi, one in a car
One on a scooter
Honking his hooter
Following Ringo Starr.
Oh star of wonder, star of light
Joseph caught his pants alight
Westward leading
Thru the ceiling
Leading to the electric light.
~~~
Oh! You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is tapping your phone!
He's buggin your room,
He's reading your mail,
He's keeping a file
And runnin a tail
Santa Claus is tapping your phone!
He hears you in the bedroom
Surveills you out of doors
And if that doesn't get the goods
Then he'll use provocateurs.
So you mustn't assume
That you are secure
On Christmas Eve
He'll kick in your door
Santa Claus is tapping your phone!
~~~
Drinking around the Christmas tree
at the Christmas party rush,
Faces are hung o’er the balcony,
everybody is a lush.
Drinking around the Christmas tree,
let the Christmas drunkards through,
Later we’ll do some vomiting,
and our arms will hug the loo.
You will get an upset stomach feeling when you taste
Vodka through your nose, oh golly,
Deck the halls with bowls of vomit.
Drinking around the Christmas tree,
your hangover’s on its way,
Everybody’s wearing ice pack hats
in the new old-fashioned way.
(drunken sax solo.)
You will get an upset stomach feeling when you taste
Vodka through your nose, oh golly,
Deck the halls with bowls of vomit.
Drinking around the Christmas tree,
your hangover’s on its way,
Everybody’s wearing ice pack hats
in the new old-fashioned way.
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