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| Ok, I'm going to reach a bit here. This is a concept that only the oldest of you will know. When I was a kid in the '50's, Hammond organs invoked thoughts of Xmas. No, I'm not screwing with you. That's what it sounded like to me. Hammond organs = Xmas. This was all embodied in at least two very different songs. This was one of them - "I Yust Go Nuts At Xmas" was the other. I may just be imagining it, but that's the atmosphere that Hammond organs created for me in those days, and in an era with very few televisions, atmosphere created by audio alone made all the difference. | - Stavro Arrgolus |
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'Twas the black before Christmas
And all through the dorm
The scene was deserted
But for old Pops and Mom
There they sat, hung, in their big easy chair
Goofed on eggnog, sherry and beer
Sis and Little Junior lie snoozing in bed,
While visions of Cadillacs danced in their heads
Moms jumped up and said, "Pops, let's quit it to bed
We can't let Santa dig us with our eyes all red."
Then out on the stoop, oo-wee! Such a clatter
Pops split to the porthole to see what was the matter
His heart did the jumps and he fell straight back
When his glimmers fell on a red Cadillac
Stashed in front was a cat, cool as any
With a red beaver hat and a red cashmere benny
His ground pads was suede shoes
And his red tweed vine cost heavy dues
He wore a red-on-red shirt and a white mink tie
Some crazy-rimmed glasses that covered one eye
Old Pop's peepers grew large, round and white
As he dug this crazy vista on Christmas Eve night
The cat leaped from his short and laid down his sack
He began wailing like mad the cool "Applejack"
Then up to the rooftops the Cadillac flew
And the Cat In Red followed on through
Pops was wigged behind this crazy scene and before he was straight
Down came the cat right through the chimney grate
A bag of jive he had on his back
As he stood digging Pops, who was blowing his stack
His eyeballs were hid by some coal-black shades
When Pops dug this action, he knew this cat was made
A king-sized cigarette hung from his chops
As he eased up close and sounded on Pops
"I'm the Be-Bop Santa from the cool North Pole
And I've been down since the days of old
I'm known all over from here to eternity
And a stud's mighty square if he don't dig me!
So cast thy peepers into my righteous bag and see
What insane object I shall lay on thee
Here's a record by Diz, cut when he was two
A real boss arrangement of 'Ool-Ya-Koo.'
For Moms, a mink outfit; Chanel No.5
And for you, little kiddies, my new book on jive"
"So that's it, Pops!", Santa did shout
Then he buttoned his cashmere and quickly cut out
Poor Pops was wiggin' and he was out of his head
To dig this wild character who wore all red
He ran to the table to cop him a drink
To quiet his nerves and to help him to think
Just then, from below, he heard a voice shout,
"Have a crazy, cool Christmas but don't get knocked out!"
©1954 Nu-Way Music BMI (Stavro Arrgolus) |
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(2 votes)
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| Played on 11 shows: |
 | 12-23-22, #MMS-247 | | 12-11-10, #MMS-135 |
| 01-05-19, #MMS-230 | | 07-19-09, #MMCZ-09-27 |
| 12-04-16, #MMS-206 |  | 12-23-90, #90-51 |
| 12-06-14, #14-49 | | 12-21-80, #80-51 |
| 12-09-13, #MMS-181 | | 12-22-74, #25 |
| 12-18-11, #MMS-147 | | |
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