Seamon' a Greeting
Mooney' s wort,
Times are hard.
Here' a your fucking
Christmas card.
T' was the night before Christmas
land all through the house,
Everybody felt shitty
Even the monae.
Mum atthe whorehouse
And Dad Smoking Grass,
I' djust settled down
For a nice piece of am.
When out on the lawn
I heard such a clatter,
my pace
To we what waa the matter.
Then out on the lawn
I saw a big dick,
in a moment
It must be Saint Nick.
He came down the chimney
Like a bat out of hell,
Iknew in a moment
The fucker had fell.
He filled all our
with pretzels and beer,
And a big rubber dick
For my brother, The Queer.
He rose up the chimney
with a thunderous fart,
The aon of a bitch
Breathe chimney apart.
He aware and he cursed
in he rode out of sight,
PM on you all
And have a hell of a night.
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