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To the tune of 'Winter Wonderland'

 

Lacy things -- the wife is missin',

Didn't ask -- her permission,

I'm wearin' her clothes,

Her silk pantyhose,

Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.

 

In the store -- there's a teddy,

Little straps -- like spaghetti,

It holds me so tight,

Like handcuffs at night,

Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.

 

In the office there's a guy named Melvin,

He pretends that I am Murphy Brown.

 

He'll say, "Are you ready?" I'll say,"Whoa, Man!"

"Let's wait until our wives are out of town!"

 

Later on, if you wanna,

We can dress -- like Madonna,

Put on some eyeshade,

And join the parade,

Walkin' 'round in women's underwear!

 

Lacy things... missin',

Didn't ask... permission,

Wearin' her clothes,

Her silk pantyhose,

Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.

 

Walkin' 'round in women's underwear,

Walkin' 'round in women's underwear!

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Rudolph the Brown Nose Reindeer

Bottom of his reindeer class

Wanted to be sleigh leader

So he started kissing Santa's ass

 

All of the other reindeer

Really learned to hate his gut

Every time they saw Santa

Rudolph's nose was up his butt

 

Then one foggy Christmas Eve

Blitzen had had enough

Took Rudolph out behind the shed

And got the elves to beat him up

 

Oh, how the reindeer loved it

As Rudolph screamed out in pain

Rudolph the brown-nose reindeer

He'll never kiss a butt again.

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To the choon of A lot like Christmas,

 

Its beginning to look a lot like syphilis,

All around my nose,

I picked him up in a bar gate den,

He but ****ed me once and then

He lodged a candy Kaine up my asshole,

 

Its beginning to look allot like syphilis

Boy is my ares sore

But the prettiest sight to see,

Is his pecker to his Knees,

When I'm on all fours,

 

A pair of buffalo boots, And a pistol that shoots

Is much to much to ignore,

Fist well go walking then well start talking,

But i hope he will want do more.

 

And mum and dad can hardly Waite for me to go and **** a whore,

Eeeeeeeeeeeer,

 

Its beginning to look a lot like syphilis,

But i still like boys more,

But the ugliest sight to see,

Is the canker that will be,

Round my Owen back door,

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Frosty the pervert

in a trench coat he did go

to a the school yard to expose his d*ck and balls made of snow

 

frosty the pervert

all the kids he liked to watch

his d*ck did grow when he packed snow

on his cold and icy crotch

 

there must have must have been some magic

when he stroked his frozen meat

cause frosty started moaning loud

and it began to sleet

 

frosty the pervert

was as glad as he could get

he threw away his corn cob pipe

and lit a ciggerette

 

frosty the pervert

didnt want to go to jail

he began to run

while dripping cum

and the cops picked up his trail

 

down to the village

his d*ck melting in his hand

running here and there

all around the square

yelling "catch me if you can."

 

they chased him down the streets of town

right to a ?? squad cop

who shoved a night stick right up his ass

and frosty screamed "dont stop OOOO!!"

 

frosty the pervert

was locked up that very day

but he did not cry

as he waved good bye knowing he'd be back someday

 

beating his meat

all over the streets

look at frosty go

 

sliding his hands

all over his glands

his cum, as white as snow

 

 

(To The Tune Of “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town”)

 

Oh you better not shout,

You better not cry,

You better not pout,

I'm tellin' you why;

 

Daddy's home and I think he's drunk.

 

He's walkin' real slow,

He slurs when he speaks,

I don't even think

He’s shaved in two weeks,

 

Daddy's home and boy is he drunk.

 

He spent most of our money

On Johnny Walker Black

And then he took all of the rest

And lost it at the track.

 

Sooo.... You better not pout,

You better not cry,

I don't like that look in his eye,

Daddy's home and I think he's...

Daddy's home and boy is he...

 

Daddy's home and he's really drunk!

 

(To The Tune "Jingle Bells")

 

Dashing through the snow in my rusty Chevrolet.

Down the road I go, sliding all the way.

I need new piston rings. I need some new snow tires.

My car is held together by a piece of chicken wire!

 

Chorus

Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away.

I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray-ay.

The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay.

Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet!

 

I went to IGA to get some Christmas cheer.

I just passed up my left front tire and it's gettin' hard to steer.

Speeding down the highway, right past the county cops.

I have to drag my swampers just to get the car to stop.

 

Chorus

Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away.

I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray-ay.

The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay.

Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet!

 

Bouncing through the snowdrifts in a big, blue cloud of smoke.

People laugh as I drive by; I wonder what's the joke!

I have to get to Wal-Mart to pick up my layaway,

Cause Santa's comin' soon in his big, old, rusty sleigh!

 

Chorus

Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away.

I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray-ay.

The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay.

Oh, what fun it is to drive this rus-ty Chev-ro-let!

 

 

 

On the twelfth day of Christmas,

My drive through gave to me:

Twelve bags of Pepto,

Eleven pounds of blubber,

Ten baked potatoes,

Nine polish hot dogs,

Eight bowls of chili,

Seven pints of cole slaw,

Six chocolate milkshakes,

Five onion rings,

Four Egg McMuffins,

Three Biggie Fries,

Two Happy Meals,

and a Big Bacon Classic with cheese.

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I've felt the hate rise up in me...

Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...

I wander out where you can't see...

Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...

 

Goodbye!

 

I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time

Everything is turning black for me.

My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up

This is not the way I pictured me

I can't control my shakes

How the hell did I get here?

Something about this, so very wrong...

I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn't like this

Is it a dream or a memory?

 

I've felt the hate rise up in me...

Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...

I wander over where you can't see...

Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...

 

Get outta my head cuz I don't need this

Why I didn't I see this?

I'm a victim - Manchurian candidate

I have sinned by just

Makin' my mind up and takin' your breath away

 

I've felt the hate rise up in me...

Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...

I wander out where you can't see...

Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...

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I've felt the hate rise up in me...

Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...

I wander out where you can't see...

Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...

 

Goodbye!

 

I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time

Everything is turning black for me.

My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up

This is not the way I pictured me

I can't control my shakes

How the hell did I get here?

Something about this, so very wrong...

I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn't like this

Is it a dream or a memory?

 

I've felt the hate rise up in me...

Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...

I wander over where you can't see...

Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...

 

Get outta my head cuz I don't need this

Why I didn't I see this?

I'm a victim - Manchurian candidate

I have sinned by just

Makin' my mind up and takin' your breath away

 

I've felt the hate rise up in me...

Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...

I wander out where you can't see...

Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...

 

 

F**king class song, haven't heard it in ages.

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To the tune of Mistletoe and Wine:

 

DREAMING OF A SCOUSE CHRISTMAS....

 

Christmas time, drunkenness and crime,

Children playing - in filth and grime,

With cars on fire - and trainees under tree

Time to rejoice - in be-ing scally,

 

It's a time for stealing, a time for receiving,

Knock-off gear - worra great feelin

Why pay top dollar - yer can nick it for free,

Just like our lecky, - gas and TV

 

Christmas time, píssups all the time

Nicking ciggies, - spirits and wine

Wearing-shell-suits and Nykees - all knocked off gear

It's great getting píssed - on someone else's beer

 

Its a time for drinkin - six packs of Stella

Dat yer got - from some dodgy Fella

Christmas is sound - Christmas is best

God bless our Cilla - and the DHSS

 

Christmas time - time to joy-ride

Then go and visit - family inside

With Dad on a six stretch - and sis up the duff

This 'City of Culcher' can get pretty rough

 

So next time your driving - through Liverpool-city

 

You may just know why - the streets look ****ty

So keep a sharp eye out - for those dodgy deals

 

But don't drive too slow - or they'll pinch all four wheels

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And not forgetting the very seasonal lines...

"You're a bum, you're a drunk, you're an old slut on junk,

Lying there almost dead, on a drip in that bed"

"You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot,

happy Christmas,- your arse,

I pray God it's our last".

 

Cheery stuff

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