Snow baby, snow Baby
Nick’s on his Christmas route
Christmas Who’s and Dr. Seuss are
What Mr. Grinch would think about
So put your hands, down my stocking
And I’ll bet you’ll feel nuts
Yes they’re chestnuts, yes they’re almonds
And they’re getting two thumbs up
We’ve had enough, of this white fluff
There’s too much stuff, over the towns
They’re all smothered, they’re all covered
Like my Christmas-time hash browns
Coming quicker than Fed-Ex
Gotta check my Rolex
Christmas morning I’m inclined
I’m gonna rise and hour early
Just like daylight savings time
You and me baby
Want nothing but presents
It’s the most important time
Of our sweet adolescence (x2)
‘NOG, the kind you clean up
With your mop and bucket
Like the ghost of Christmas future
We tell Scrooge to go and suck it
Christmas carols?
Winter-time apparel?
I wanna be your hat and scarf, ah-please
I’ve got the candy and it’s handy with the brandy
Warms your chilly hands and knees
If I exercise, trim my thighs, surprise, five pies
Have got you on the list
So get your Christmas show and festive bow
All that wrapping hurts my wrists
So open yours, I’ll open mine, “Good times”
I’ll love it just the same
So I hope you like your present even
If you think it’s lame
You and me baby
Want nothing but presents
It’s the most important time
Of our sweet adolescence (x3)
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