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Why does the man say “Ho, Ho, Ho”?
Why does he disrespect us so?
Why does he use such hateful speech
And undermine our self-esteem?
No, no! No, no! The man who says “Ho, ho, ho” must go!
No, no! No, no! The man who says “Ho, ho, ho” must go!
Why does he live at the North Pole
Take toymaking jobs offshore?
Why does he run a sweatshop filled
With underpaid non-union elves?
No, no! No, no! The man who says “Ho, ho, ho” must go!
No, no! No, no! The man who says “Ho, ho, ho” must go!
Deforesting the evergreens,
Encouraging obesity,
Endangered species pull his sleigh –
Nicholas, he is no saint!
Why is the old man such a creep
Watching people while they sleep?
Why does he list “naughty” and “nice”
Then give by parents’ paycheck size?
No, no! No, no! The man who says “Ho, ho, ho” must go!
No, no! No, no! The man who says “Ho, ho, ho” must go!
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It’s that time of year – when all the world is tired of Christmas carols
(we’ve heard them since July)
That’s the time of year – when stores put out their holiday apparel
And other merchandise
Merry Christmas to the lovely Christmas sweaters
Merry Christmas to the lovely Christmas socks
Merry Christmas to the people who would like to flee this carol
They’ll have to run for blocks ’cause I’m loud
Merry Christmas to the girl with all the piercings
Merry Christmas to the guy with giant plugs
Merry Christmas to the people who are dressing up like zombies
Oops, I guess they’re not dressed up
It’s the time of year – when zombies come around to eat your family
(at least the slowest ones)
It’s the time of year – we gather with our friends to loot the Wal-Mart
In search of food and guns
Merry Christmas to the people in the Wal-Mart
Merry Christmas to the people with the guns
Merry Christmas to the people who have been turned into zombies
Oops, we’ll have to run for blocks after all.
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