SEASON'S GREETING
Money is short
Times are hard
Here's your F@#$ing
Christmas card
It was the night before
Christmas
And all through the house
Everybody felt shi@#y
Even the mouse,
Mom at the wh@#$house
And Dad smoking gr@#s
I'd just settled down
For a nice piece of a#$,
When out on the lawn
I heard such a clatter
I sprung from my piece
To see what was the matter,
Then out on the lawn
I saw a big d@#k
I knew in a moment
It must be Saint Nick,
He came down the chimney
Like a bat out of hell
I knew in a moment
The F@#$ker had fell,
He filled all our stockings
With pretzels and beer
And a big rubber d@#k
For my brother, the Qu@#r
He rose up the chimney
With a thunderous fart
The son of a b#$@h
Blew the chimney apart,
He swore and he cursed
As he rode out of sight
Piss on you all
And have a hell of a night!
Happy Holidays To All
Money is short
Times are hard
Here's your F@#$ing
Christmas card
It was the night before
Christmas
And all through the house
Everybody felt shi@#y
Even the mouse,
Mom at the wh@#$house
And Dad smoking gr@#s
I'd just settled down
For a nice piece of a#$,
When out on the lawn
I heard such a clatter
I sprung from my piece
To see what was the matter,
Then out on the lawn
I saw a big d@#k
I knew in a moment
It must be Saint Nick,
He came down the chimney
Like a bat out of hell
I knew in a moment
The F@#$ker had fell,
He filled all our stockings
With pretzels and beer
And a big rubber d@#k
For my brother, the Qu@#r
He rose up the chimney
With a thunderous fart
The son of a b#$@h
Blew the chimney apart,
He swore and he cursed
As he rode out of sight
Piss on you all
And have a hell of a night!
Happy Holidays To All
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