Bradley, you always put on a show Steve Bradley, please tell us where did you go? Verse: Store was always hot he worked out a lot store special was always disc When Christmas
"Okay... This is a song that uhh.. There's a lot of Christmas songs out there and uhh.. not too many Chanukah songs. So uhh.. I wrote a song for all
the festival of lights Instead of one day of presents We get eight crazy nights When you feel like the only kid in town Without a Christmas tree Here
happy Christmas end Tipsy little princess wasn't listening, just yes-ing him The more she fed him "yes", the more he fed her fresh barbiturates Assuming it was them
police'll laugh You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash You won't be laughing when you're hosted by the ghost of Christmas past You won'
death, and christmas sweaters groove through saccharin, fast food, study hall, and cliffnotes benders now holds a bachelors in training ninjas to tiptoe better These are them
a little story with a lot of truth An earthly story with a heavenly meaning Jesus told many parables to grown-ups and children alike He told them simply
bad about my mother She sacrificed and paid the price I love No other could ever do what you did with four kids Had to raise us by yourself because them
and she turnin it, them titties not fake they permanent, she got skills I'm a put it in a tournament, I call her christmas tree, she got ornaments, I
I tell them 'bout the keys to wisdom and how to be gaining them So there's les asylums with niggaz goin' insane in them Wack flows - I rain on 'em sort
holly trees and mistletoe. And in them woods there lives a bear Known to all as Thistlehair. (not Thistlehear) Chorus: Oh, Thistlehair the Christmas bear Spreadin' the good news everywhere. About Christmas
Christmas But I'll bi over you by New Year's Eve "Blue Christmas" turn it up I wanna hear it So I can unwrap all them Mem'ries in my mind Hey Joe!! pour
him He's gonna be here Christmas day He's got a big red pickup With four-wheel drive and all And there's gonna be a Merry Christmas A Merry Christmas
(Jay Livingston, Ray Evans) Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmas time in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them sing Soon it will be Christmas Day City
and guys became pimps Even though those pricks had nothing over six inch dicks And ignorance ran amuck as teacher's backs turned On girls that got fucked and disallowed them
humans at Kresge's and Woolworths But decadent brains were at work to destroy Brats in batallions were ruling the streets and Generation landslide, close the gap between them
, charming snake oil tankers Don't let them strike you down I know that you wish I was dead I know 'cause you told me last weekend And Christmas has