Are you wearing Christmas drawers?
I would like a look at
yours
I bet a pound to a
penny
You’re not wearing any
There we have it at
last
You are as I thought
bare arsed
Of course, it makes
you look loose
Even if you have an
excuse
Well that really is
shocking
You’re supposed to
hang a stocking
Foghorn leghorn and all his pals
Have all chosen to
assemble
Their very own chicken
choir
Which is called a
Hensemble
I hate it when buying sunglasses
When I find a pair, I
want to try
And that stupid little
plastic thing
Dangles right in front
of my eye
My boyfriend is just like Santa Claus
Though he doesn’t
fulfil a single wish
And he doesn’t give me
presents
But he’s like Santa
because he’s a myth
The “house of fun” in Santa’s village
Is where lonely elves
go to take pause
And the owner proudly
boasts that
He has more ho’s than
Santa Claus
Santa’s youngest daughter Mary
Was promiscuous and
out of control
So, he sent her to a
girl’s boarding school
To keep her off the
North Pole
The daughter of one of Santa’s Elves
Was out of control and
a bit of a prancer
So, he sent her to
college in Lapland
To stop her from being
a pole dancer
But she soon dropped
out of college
And now she’s a popular lap dancer
