We are closing in on our last day of traditional Christmas music. I realized that being in a choir means 4 months of Christmas music. This last month is constant.
Maybe I am not alone, and there are others with this fatigue condition. It leads me to find those people who have made Christmas satire songs.
(To The Tune “Twelve days of Christmas”)
On the first day of Christmas, my drive through gave to me: a Big Bacon Classic with cheese.
On the second day of Christmas, my drive through gave to me: Two Happy Meals, and a Big Bacon Classic with cheese... skipping to the twelfth day
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.
(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.... more verses
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