The Demented Song
Whispers from the Past
Disclaimer: I don't own The Christmas song, and I don't like it much, either. That's why I wrote this.
The Demented Song
Chester's nuts roasting in a forest fire
Jack Frost ripping off your nose
Yuletide carolers being hug by the choir
And folks beating up Eskimos
Everybody knows, congestion and a runny nose
Helps to bring the season's blight
Tiny tots, with their eyes all bugged out
Will find it hard to see tonight
They think that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of yaoi and pock on his sleigh
And every demented author's gonna plot
To see if reindeer really fall and go splot
And so I'm cursing your simple phrase
For bothering me tonight
Although it's been mutilated, many times, many ways,
Crappy Christmas, to you
Crappy Christmas, to you.
Whispers from the Past
Disclaimer: I don't own The Christmas song, and I don't like it much, either. That's why I wrote this.
The Demented Song
Chester's nuts roasting in a forest fire
Jack Frost ripping off your nose
Yuletide carolers being hug by the choir
And folks beating up Eskimos
Everybody knows, congestion and a runny nose
Helps to bring the season's blight
Tiny tots, with their eyes all bugged out
Will find it hard to see tonight
They think that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of yaoi and pock on his sleigh
And every demented author's gonna plot
To see if reindeer really fall and go splot
And so I'm cursing your simple phrase
For bothering me tonight
Although it's been mutilated, many times, many ways,
Crappy Christmas, to you
Crappy Christmas, to you.
