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Ah sh"t, it is Xmas.
Ah sh"t, it is Xmas.
Ah Sh"'"t, it is Xmas.
Well Santa"'"s out of rehab
We think we"'"ve done the cure,
The Elves have to be warned,
Just to make it sure.
His drinking was so much,
A bottle every day.
Then he was losing weight
What more can we say.
His drugs they were a problem
Exactly as we had feared.
Snorting all that snow,
Gave him a greying beard.
We need a fatty Santa
With whiskers oh so white ,
Who has a valid passport
For that international flight.
But he is indeed a victim
For all our corporate greed ,
We expect it all!
At super execution speed.
Think about poor Santa
As he carefully packs all his sacks,
He did not know a credit crunch
Would bring with it a tax.
This poor guy went off the rails,
Completely lost his head,
Took to drink and drugs
Then discovered Swedish rye bread..
But he is on the mend
What more can we say,
He is up and ready now
Like Texas independence day
So here comes the big guy
He is stepping on, oh yes he wins.
The scales they rock n roll ,
He socks the Ref right on the chin.
An almighty cheer it does go up,
Santa"'"s on his weigh!
He is taken to his post by most,
It is united nations day
So we have a tale
About a handsome human being.
The world it fakes belief
But sees all in sightseeing.
So Santa"'"s on his way
he is back from human hell,
His hands do not shake,
Not as much as management personnel
So you will receive your gift.
That address it is of course you,
Aint Santa the main man ,
That analytical review.
I of course think Peter Pan,
Santa v.. s the worlds expected noise.
I figure all our minds
Lets join them all '"'Lost Boys'"'.
Well Peter Pan is such
And Santa such a myth
It really makes you think
Was Jesus born a Smith.
I joke of course my friends
My mind it is the phones..
The numbers are all in
The winner is..
Unknowns..
