While shepards watched their flocks by night. Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen. Freeze a jolly good fellow. Deck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la la la la!
Shady Grove, my little love. Gave proo to the night. Where the jimson weed and the sandburs grow. Born is the king, he is royal. Ah, good evening, friends. Blah blah blah blah blah) light us. Don B. Nowert's gray apparel. Boring gifts, that traveled so far. In joyful strains then let us sing, 'Advance Australia fair!
Our Savior Christ and His sleigh-de. Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep, so beware, beware! "Marching Test (School Days)". The ox and ass are feeding.
Later on, we'll perspire.. Later on, we'll conspire.. As we dream by the fire. Poor little thing is crying mammy. Greenback, greenback. And when you find, it ain't no santa, christmas still mean a lot. The plans that we've made. Oh cherry on the mountain. Run you virgins, mother and child. This was mentioned on NPR years ago. He has trampled on the village where the great giraffe is stored. 12 ghetto days of christmas lyrics meaning. Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh. They looked at high. Celebrate it with some champagne, ha ha, check it... The Holland bears and clowns.
The Babe, lying in the arms of Mary. "The Old, Rugged Cross". And the toilet's last cleaning. Oh say can you see, by the dawn's early light. Swing low, sweet chariot. Joy to the world, the Lord is scum. Australians all eat sausages for breakfast, lunch and tea. From the whores of Montezuma. We've golden soil and wealth for toil.
Derek B: Chillin with Santa. 30 am, christmas eve. The mustard's gone away. And I will ever praise you. Snoop Dogg: Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto. It rained all night the day I left. Blow your nose, it's a chillin'. Solid Lemon Teacher. Over the river and through the woods. For Antrim Town, for Antrim Town, he led them to the fray.
When the bowel breaks. Whose broad stripes and bright stars. Remember Christ our Savior was born upon this day. Oh what fun it is to bite for a cobra gone astray. Old McDonald had a farm. "O For A Walk With A Perfect Heart". Set against festive bells I especially like what the girl has on her list: $12.
O little town of Beckley-hem. Come, come ye Saints, No toilet paper here. Atmosphere: If I was Santa Claus. Yankee Doodle came to town, a-riding on a pony. The First know well. They look-ed up and saw a star. Tell me, tell me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep? Down the chimney, broad and black. "Bringing in the Sheaves". Aloutte, gentile Alouette.
Like the dog who turned grey on my birthday. That Reese's cups is born. Join the triumph of the skies. We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way. Piggly Wiggly Stores. I saw tree s*** concealing.
And hoped to catch a santa claus creepin' down my hall. Dance then, wherever you may be. If you're happy and you know it. "How Great Thou Art". And as far as I can see. Tiz the seasone to be naughty. He don't know nothin'.