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2010
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Christmas bells are ringin'
Reeds hangin' on the door
The fairy's on the tree,
Presents on the floor,
Santa Claus is comin'
All the children's waiting's done,
But I wouldn't hold your breath kids,
'cause Ailins got his gun
T'was a quiet Christmas Eve
we were snuggled up in bed
We heard hooves upon the roof,
that's when Ailin raised his head
He ran down through the front room brandishing his gun,
aimed it up the chimney,
shot the intruder up the bum
There's a dead man up the chimney we call him old St. Nick
we shot him up the arse and poked him with a stick
Oh, Christmas is cancelled; old white beard is dead
We tried to pull him down; we'll have to burn him out instead
There'll be no more presents
There'll be no more joy
with the reindeers put down and the elves are unemployed
Don't bother with the tree
No more excitement going to bed,
'cause Ailin shot old Santy Claus and pumped him full of lead
There's a dead man up the chimney we call him old St. Nick,
We shot him up the arse and poked him with a stick
Oh' Christmas is cancelled; old white beard is dead
We tried to pull him down; we'll have to burn him out instead (Stavro Arrgolus) |
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