Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Merry Merry Merry Frickin' Christmas!

Special Thanks to the Frickin' As for making the BEST Christmas song of the season.

First for all the True Baseball Fans out there!

Schools out Christmas break
Back to Boston, the Red Sox in four straight
First the Yankees then St. Louis
The curse, reversed, the Bambino really blew it
Derek Jeter's lost his mind
Trippin’ on a broom stick, better luck next time

Have a Merry, Merry, Merry Frickin' Christmas
All you New York Yankees fans can kiss this
The tree the gifts the mistletoe kiss
Swing, a miss, Steinbrenner’s really pissed
Have a Merry, Merry, Merry Frickin' Christmas

Joe Torre, he's a weirdo
Gave me a picture of himself in a Speedo
Hey A-Rod, you gotta feel the sting
You could have come to Boston to wear a World Series ring
We all know you're chokin' on your lunch,
Try a knuckle sandwich and the Varitek punch

Its gonna be a Merry, Merry, Merry Frickin' Christmas
All you New York Yankees fans can kiss this
The tree the gifts the mistletoe kiss
Swing, a miss, Steinbrenner’s really pissed
Have a Merry, Merry, Merry Frickin' Christmas

2004 the best Christmas yet
A World Series ring
I was sick of hearing 1918

Its gonna be a Merry, Merry, Merry Frickin' Christmas
All you New York Yankees fans can kiss this
The tree the gifts the mistletoe kiss
Swing, a miss, Steinbrenner’s really pissed
Have a Merry, Merry, Merry Frickin' Christmas

And.... for everyone else

Schools out, Christmas Break
Home for the holidays meatloaf and fruitcake
Off to grandmas, it’s so boring (but mom!)
Screaming kids and grandpa’s snoring
My aunt margaret’s lost her mind
She’s trippin’ on a train set, have another box of wine

It’s gonna be a merry merry merry frickin’ Christmas
I must be on santa clauses shit list
The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss
Shoot me now, I’m sick of all my relatives
Have a merry merry merry frickin’ Christmas

Uncle Richard he’s a weirdo
Passing out pictures of himself in a speedo
My cousin’ Ashlee her singing really sucks
Blames it on her drummer and acid reflux
My brother’s wife, is really hot
She pulled me in the bathroom, I hope we don’t get caught

It’s gonna be a merry merry merry frickin’ Christmas
I must be on santa clauses shit list
The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss
Shoot me now, I’m sick of all my relatives
Have a merry merry merry frickin’ Christmas

We haven’t even opened our presents yet but now it’s time to start
I’ll fake a smile ‘cause it’s going back to Wal-Mart