Lyrics to Bizarre Christmas Incident
Ho ho ho!
Play it Grandpa.
[Yeah, play it!]
Let's tell them a little story
about what happened this Christmas.
[Yeah, tell them!]
Christmas Eve
I didn't get much sleep
I kept hearing things
heavy breathing from the chimney...
who could it be?
[I'll tell you what it was...]
[What happened then, Ben?]
[Yeah, what happened?]
Well, I went back to sleep...
[You went back to sleep?!]
[Shit!]
Tired man, went back to sleep.
and in the morning
I couldn't believe my eyes
oh well, the corpse with a long, white beard
was dangling over the fire
[ha ha ha!]
oh, Santa, he's a big, fat fuck
went down the chimney, got his fat ass stuck
oh, honey call the lawyers fast,
'cause Mrs. Claus is gonna sue my ass
hey, hey, hey!
[hey!]
Okay Grandpa, step up.
Sing in this thing right here.
Tell them what you saw,
tell them what you saw, Grandpa!
I gotta tell you folks
he wasn't wearing no clothes
[No clothes?!]
he must have rubbed a whole gallon of Crisco
from his back, down to his toes
while I was talking to the cops outside,
the dog was lickin' Crisco off of his thighs
they hauled him away in a double-wide
what a sad, sad way to die
Santa, he's a big, fat fuck
went down the chimney, got his fat ass
oh, honey call the lawyers fast,
Mrs. Claus is gonna sue our ass
Play it Grandpa.
[Yeah, play it!]
Let's tell them a little story
about what happened this Christmas.
[Yeah, tell them!]
Christmas Eve
I didn't get much sleep
I kept hearing things
heavy breathing from the chimney...
who could it be?
[I'll tell you what it was...]
[What happened then, Ben?]
[Yeah, what happened?]
Well, I went back to sleep...
[You went back to sleep?!]
[Shit!]
Tired man, went back to sleep.
and in the morning
I couldn't believe my eyes
oh well, the corpse with a long, white beard
was dangling over the fire
[ha ha ha!]
oh, Santa, he's a big, fat fuck
went down the chimney, got his fat ass stuck
oh, honey call the lawyers fast,
'cause Mrs. Claus is gonna sue my ass
hey, hey, hey!
[hey!]
Okay Grandpa, step up.
Sing in this thing right here.
Tell them what you saw,
tell them what you saw, Grandpa!
I gotta tell you folks
he wasn't wearing no clothes
[No clothes?!]
he must have rubbed a whole gallon of Crisco
from his back, down to his toes
while I was talking to the cops outside,
the dog was lickin' Crisco off of his thighs
they hauled him away in a double-wide
what a sad, sad way to die
Santa, he's a big, fat fuck
went down the chimney, got his fat ass
oh, honey call the lawyers fast,
Mrs. Claus is gonna sue our ass
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