Tis Christmas Eve, and I am really sad My coupe is grounded, the weather's bad No chance to fly,and no where to go One day the wind, the next, it's the snow Wish ol Santa, would head back up north Quit hanging at walmart, walkin back and forth I'm sick of his bell, I'm sick of his buckets too Hit em all with a buck, now I'm busted too ! If Santa wants to help me, and spread some cheer He can bring me some sunshine, let the clouds all clear He can gas up my ol coupe, let the wind fade away Stay the heck out of my pattern , at least for the day He can kick his reindeer in the backside and climb for the sky watch out for my ercoupe, as I thunder by I've nothing against Christmas, nor the jolly ol elf but if he was a little brighter, He'd be in a coupe himself Since he aint in a coupe, you have to assume He is a little slow upstairs, or just late to bloom What else do you expect, from a fat man in red with his stocking cap flappin,up there on his head His beard is blowing ,flappin in the breeze His belly isbouncin, poochin plum out to his knees I'd like to "HO HO " him , He's out of his class Instead I'll be nice, and hope all his reindeer has gas
Just Kiddin, everbody !!!!!!! Merry Christmas ! Jim Miller N 94732 ________________________________________________________________________ Start an Email List For Free at Topica. http://www.topica.com/register
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