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Saturday, December 15, 2007

MAD Christmas Carols

A couple years back, I wrote a post about some funny parodies of Christmas carols that had appeared in MAD Magazine back in the 70s that have been cluttering my brain. Every December, my referrers log fills up with people doing Google Searches on these songs. I had written down the lyrics in that post to a couple of the more popular songs I remembered ("Sam and Roz Are Coming To Town" and "It Hangs Down From Our Chandelier"), and linked to some others I found. Some of those links are dead now, so I figured I should put the lyrics to some other songs down here for posterity.

"Wrap Your Gift" (found here):
(to the tune of "Deck the Halls")

Wrap your gifts with fingers agile, Fa la la...
Seal it up and mark it "fragile", Fa la la...
There's no reason to feel nervous, Fa la la, la la la...
You can trust the postal service, Fa la la...

Hear the postal worker singing, Fa la la...
As your parcel he is flinging, Fa la la...
See it crumple in the bin there, Fa la la, la la la...
Aren't you sorry you walked in there, Fa la la...

See your parcel speed to Philly, Fa la la...
Through the air to cousin Billy, Fa la la...
It will end up in Savanah, Fa la la, la la la...
Via Nome and Butte, Montana, Fa la la...
We Three Clods From Omaha Are:
We three clods from Omaha are
Spending Christmas Eve in a car
Driving, drinking,
Glasses clinking,
Who needs a lousy bar?

Ohh...
Drink to Charlie. Drink to Paul
Drink to friends we can't recall
Swerving, speeding
Signs unheeding
Drink to anything at all

We three clods are feeling no pain
Drunk as skunks with booze on the brain
Senses losing
'Til we're cruising
Into a wrong way lane

Ohh...
Drink to Melvin. Drink to Fred
Drink to those two trucks ahead
Headlights flashing
Screeching, crashing
Drink till they pronounce us dead
Oh Little Bank Americard (found here, along with other funny Christmas lyrics) :
Oh, little Bank Americard
You bring me Christmas Cheer
Without your clout
I have no doubt
No gifts I'd give this year.
Your credit line allows me
To run up bills quite large
And when I'm through
Exhausting you
I'll use my Master Charge.

(Same tune, sung in late February)

Oh, little Bank Americard
You bring me discontent
I calculate
Your int'rest rate
Is over (twelve) percent.
Each month, your cry for payments
My letter-box bombards;
I'm one more sap
Caught in your trap
Next year I'll just send cards.
I'm not sure about the interest rate number in this version being the same as in the original MAD Magazine article; the version I copied said "eighteen", but I'm pretty sure I remember it was a one syllable word.

Update 1255 15 Dec: After I posted, I did some more searching, and found that someone actually posted a scan of the entire article (here, here, and here) from the January 1977 issue, along with other MAD Magazine parodies. It turns out my memories were pretty accurate, but I did forget a couple songs, including "Out There On The Sidewalk" (to the tune of "Away In A Manger"):
Out there on the sidewalk a Santa Claus stands,
Beside a fake chimney, a bell in his hands;
A second one's smoking a smelly cigar;
A third one is picking his teeth in a bar;

A fourth Santa's trying to pick up a blonde;
A fifth one is drunk in the gutter beyond;
A sixth one is part of a window display;
The seventh and eighth ones appear to be gay;

They're fat and they're skinny, They're short and they're tall;
And none of them look like the real one at all;
With so many Santas it's tough to keep score --
Small wonder that kids don't believe any-more.

55 Comments:

Blogger Jay said...

I used to love those old Mad song parodies. Thanks for the reminder and the links!

12/15/2007 11:29 PM

 
Blogger blunoz said...

Funny, I can't hear "Walking in a Winter Wonderland" without thinking of my Electrical Operator from my first deployment on the 719. He used to sing all these perverted versions of Christmas carols like "Walking 'round in Women's Underwear" (to the tune of "Walking in a Winter Wonderland"). I wonder if he got it from MAD magazine.

12/16/2007 11:36 AM

 
Anonymous Mike said...

I think I was 8 years old when I got the Mad Magazine Christmas Carol parodies and I can still recall some lines. My favorite was the parody to "Walking in a Winter Wonderland" a.k.a "Stick'n out their greedy little hadn" but don't remember all the words.

"Then will come the superintendents visit.
He will ring your doorbell loud and long.
You will open up and ask who is it.
He just smiles and sings a Christmas song.
Later on...you'll give cash up.
To the man..who picks the trash up.
How nice they're all here.
For one day a year.
Stick'n out their greedy little hand."

12/17/2007 8:25 AM

 
Anonymous Cyndi said...

Thanks for the lyrics. I used to have that Mad paperbook, but I guess it got lost in one of the moves. Bummer!

To Mike: the first part of that song goes:
Doorbells ring, it's the season
And you know what's the reason
There's someone out there
Who's after his share
Stickin' out his greedy little hand.

First to come, is the doorman
He'll complain he's a poor man
The janitor's next on some weak pretext
Stickin' out his greedy little hand.

12/21/2007 9:36 PM

 
Anonymous Geoff said...

Thanks Mike - I had the first verse but couldn't remember the second. So (AFAICT) the complete "Greedy Little Hand" goes something like:


Doorbells ring, it's the season
And you know what's the reason
Someone's out there, after their share
Sticking out their greedy little hand
First in line is the doorman
He'll complain he's a poorman
The janitor's next on some weak pretext
Sticking out his greedy little hand

Then will come the superintendents visit.
He will ring your doorbell loud and long.
You will open up and ask who is it.
He just smiles and sings a Christmas song.
Later on...you'll give cash up.
To the man..who picks the trash up.
How nice they're all here.
For one day a year.
Stick'n out their greedy little hand.

12/25/2007 3:25 AM

 
Anonymous Janus said...

I remember "Wrap Your Gifts" quite well. I recently wrote about it myself. In fact, I found your site on a Google search that also led to my site.

12/31/2007 8:53 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you for these!! We 3 clods from ohmaha!! I so remember getting this Mad issue when I was a little kid!! It goes thru my skull every x-mas! For giggles I googled & found this!! Thanks again!!!

4/27/2008 1:46 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey...anyone remember "Passed out in the snow...In a stolen chevrolet..."

6/04/2008 2:06 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How about:
"Hark the TV networks bring/Songs that do their Christmas thing"

12/09/2008 6:47 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

...I meant "*shows* that do their Xmas thing"

12/09/2008 6:48 PM

 
Anonymous Gailie said...

"Out There On The Sidewalk" was always my favorite.

12/17/2008 11:31 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What about this Christmas favorite...(to the tune of Hard the Herald Angels Sing)

It hangs down from our chandlier,
we have no idea what it does.
Its shape is weird is and it drips with goo,
and lets off a high sounding buzz.

It grows a couple of feet each day,
and wriggles with a kind of twitch.
We keep it 'cuz it's a present from,
a visiting uncle who's rich.

12/23/2008 7:52 AM

 
Anonymous Kelly R said...

Thank you so much! The opening lines to "We Three Clods" has been going through my mind for years, and I appreciate knowing the rest of the lyrics!

Sure do miss the days of the witty writing and intelligent banter we got in our MAD Magazine.

12/24/2008 9:10 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Here's one of my favorites - to the tune of "Deck the Halls:

"Sodden Clods Are Comin to Town"
(by Phil Hahn)

You better watch out
You better not try,
Trav'ling about
I'm telling you why
Sodden clods are coming to town.

They're wrecking the bars
They're starting street fights.
They're having one of
Their naughtiest nights,
Sodden clods are coming to town.

Blithe New Years's drivers, pickled
In alcoholic brine
Will gaily bounce off walls and trees
To the strains of "Auld Lang Syne",
So,
You better stay home

And drink your own rye.
You're crazy to roam
It's obvious why,
Sodden clods are coming to town.

from the Oct. 1960 edition of Mad

2/04/2009 7:55 AM

 
Blogger rsand said...

For years I've remembered this bit from MAD Magazine sung to the tune of Jingle Bells... would love it if someone could find the actual original text!

This is what I remember (and its likely wrong) from 30+ years ago. The order of the verses, actual text etc is likely wrong, but you get the jist:

(Sung to Jingle Bells):

Christmas bills, Christmas bills
Piled on the floor.
Everyday the mailman came and brought a dozen more.

Oh......

Christmas bills, Christmas bills
Making me lament
I've got my back against the wall
From all those gifts I sent

Writing out the checks
All in great amounts
Sending them today
Knowing they will bounce!
Bill collectors come
Notify my boss
Now they've got my salary
My life's a total loss!

Oh......

Christmas Bills, Christmas bills
Piled on the floor.
Everyday the mailman came and brought a dozen more.

Christmas bills, Christmas bills
How the stores will swear
When they soon discover that
My bank account is bare!

(finally it ends with some verse about doing it all again next year...)

12/03/2009 3:24 PM

 
Blogger Genie said...

Here's the few I recall.


Sung to the tune of: It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

This plane we boarded last evening, dear
to start on our holiday spree.
We read a book and enjoyed a meal
and saw a movie for free.
We pushed our seats back and slept 'till dawn,
then chatted togther passed noon.
It's been real fu-un, and now let's hope
that we'll be taking off soon.


Sung to the tune of: Its The Season of Christmas:

Driver's speeding, signs unheeding
down the highway they race.
You can tell it's the season of Christmas.
Wild weaving, sometimes heaving
with the cops giving chase.
And with each fatal crack-up you'll hear:
Count the toll, count the toll
The Safety Council is saying.
Please keep score, just one more
We'll break the record this year.


Sung to the tune of: Frosty the Snowman.


Harry the mailman brings us letters soaked with rain.
Jams the box so full that the mail is crushed
and then laughs when we complain.

Charlie the milkman is the biggest slob in town
Seldom leaves the quarts that we've asked him for,
when he does, they're upside-down.

Eleven months through-out the year, they're as lousy as can be.
But starting in December, they show great efficiency.
Then Charlie and Harry really show they're full of zip!
And they'll work that way every doggone day,
'till they get their Christmas tip.


Sung to the tune of: Santa Clause is Coming to Town

You better not shout,
you better not cheer.
We're going to out-do tradition this year.
Santa's wife is coming to town.
She's driving the sleigh,
she's running the trip,
she's wearing the pants and cracking the whip.
Santa's wife is coming to town.

She won't use any reindeer,
to pull the sleigh be-cause
she wants to show that she's in charge
so she's using Santa Clause.

So what will you get?
Just wait and see.
The biggest old bag you ever did see.
Santa's wife is coing to town!

12/07/2009 1:25 PM

 
Blogger Genie said...

These I only partly recall:

Sung to the tune of: Hark! the Herald Angels Sing.

Hark the Herald singers choke,
from the smog and fumes and smoke.
See them rub their itching eyes
while soot pours from the skies.

(can't recall the middle part)

Gasping out the first noel.

When their final song is sung,
they'll head home with one less lung.


Sung to the tune of: Let it Snow!

Oh the weather outside is cru-el.
But the workers won't bring fu-el.
Seems the pay-raise they don't like.

They're on strike, they're on strike, they're on strike!

Oh we're waiting for Santa's visit.
His sleigh is late - where is it?
Seems the reindeer won't make the hike.

They're on strike, they're on strike, they're on strike.


Sung to the tune of: Oh Christmas Tree.

Oh telephone, oh telephone,
repairmen we are ringing.
'Cause telephone,
frustration you are bringing.
We called Aunt Sue in Portland, Maine,
and get a drugstore in Fort Wayne.

Oh telephone, oh telephone,
your service we've rejected
'Cause telephone, oh telephone,
we've just been disconnected.

12/07/2009 1:26 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Genie, Thanks for posting these lyrics. It's been forty years since I first saw the "Harry & Charlie" parody and I always wondered how the first two stanzas went. I should probably get back to work. Mike

12/17/2009 2:58 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This site rocks:) I, too, am haunted by the humor of the MAD christmas carols of 1977. I am so grateful to have found the lyrics. I remembered a lot of them, but this really helped fill in the blanks. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

12/23/2009 8:33 PM

 
Anonymous Don_TerriJ said...

I remember a partial one:If R.Kipling
had wrote "The Night Before Christmas"

It was the night of the battle and all through the slaughter,
Not a creature was moving, we all needed water,
Our canteens were hung on the sand dunes with care,
In the hopes that Gunga Din would soon be there,

Thats all I remember...

12/24/2009 5:04 PM

 
Blogger spagooty said...

I remember a few....one sung to the tune of Deck the Halls....

Fill the bars with Christmas drinking fa la la la la la la la la
See the people getting stinking
fa la la la la la la la la
Though their brains are half corroded
fa la la, la la la, la, la, la
Still they try to drive home loaded fa la la la la, la la, la, la
See the busy intersection
fa la la la la la la la la
Here come cars from each direction
fa la la la la la la la la
See the pileup when their meeting
fa la la la la la la la la
What a novel Christmas greeting
fa la la la la la, la la, la la

12/29/2009 10:40 PM

 
Blogger spagooty said...

there was another but I can't remember all the words

sung to the tune of "We Three Kings"

We're the men who carry great sacks
filled with Christmas cards on our backs
Ever sending never ending till we fall in our tracks
ohh, cards for Herman cards for Sue,
cards we'd like to tear in two...

and that's where my memory fails me, maybe somebody remembers the rest of it

12/29/2009 10:52 PM

 
Anonymous Charles said...

On the "Hark, The Herald Angels Sing" parody, the missing verse is "Fithy air their throats expel"

Happy New Year!

12/31/2009 7:19 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sung to the tune of: Hark! the Herald Angels Sing.

These, I think, are the full words:

Hark the Herald singers choke,
from the smog and fumes and smoke.
See them rub their itching eyes
while soot pours from the skies.

Filthy air their throats expel,
gasping out The First Noel,
Joyful Voices cough and hack,
While freash snow is turning black.

When their final song is sung,
they'll head home with one less lung.

11/18/2010 6:22 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, and the first line should be "Hark the Carol singers choke".

11/18/2010 6:29 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Once there was a fill-in-the blank song to Jingle Bells. They gave you like 4 different lines to pick from for each verse. One possible line that always stuck in my head was..

Snorting lines of coke, on the way to old L.A.

Would have been a Mad issue in the 70s or 80s...

12/21/2010 7:07 PM

 
Anonymous Tania said...

OMG...I'm so glad you posted those songs. They always get stuck in my head come Christmas time and I would wonder if anyone else remembered them. I have to forward this link to my brother. Thanks for the memories!

12/23/2010 3:44 AM

 
Blogger David Krider said...

rsand,

I'm glad I'm not the only one to remember "Christmas Bills". I think it ends with:

Christmas bills, Christmas bills
I'll go broke and then
When next Christmas rolls around
I'll do it all again

11/21/2011 11:32 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I remember the one in the tune of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" called "Sam and Roz are coming to town":
You better give up
On Christmas this year
You better give up with relatives here
Sam and Roz are coming to town

Their bringing their kids
To add to your fun
They're staying two weeks
You thought it was one

Sam and Roz are coming to town

They'll monopolize your bathroom
They'll ruin you solitude
They'll eat you out of house and home and complain about the food
so....
There's only one way to save your noel
Give them your house and get a hotel
Sam and Roz are coming to town

11/22/2011 4:07 PM

 
Blogger john said...

These are the lyrics as I recall the "Sam and Roz" song, to the tune of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town":

Oh, you'd better give up on Christmas this year
You haven't a chance with relatives here
Sam and Roz are coming to town.

They're binging their kids to add to your fun
They're staying ten days you thought it was one
Sam and Roz are coming to town.

They'll monopolize your bathroom
They'll destroy your solitude
They will eat you out of house and home
Then complain about the food

Oh, there's only one way to save your Noel
They come to your house, you take a hotel
Sam and Roz are coming to town.

11/28/2011 2:49 PM

 
Anonymous Mike E said...

Re: The deck the halls

That's the one I was just searching for. However, I recall that there's one more verse, one line of which I cannot remember.

(Here's the line I can't remember)
fa la la la la, la la, la la
See the Yuletide death toll growing
fa la la la la, la la, la la
That's the fate of drunken drivers
fa la la, la la la, la la la
Sing this song to their survivors
fa la la la la, la la, la la

12/09/2011 10:05 AM

 
Anonymous AniJo said...

Does anyone remember this one, to the tune of "Away in a Manger"?

An eighty foot manger extends to the street,
With wise men and camels, the scene is complete,
A choir of angels in perched on a limb,
Beneath a loudspeaker that's blaring a hymn.

Our roof feature Santa, with reindeer and sleigh,
While two dozen floodlights light up the display,
Although it costs thousands, we'd spend even more,
Just so we're outdoing our neighbors next door!

12/18/2011 6:05 PM

 
Anonymous Matt B. said...

It's Hark the Hareld Angels Choke,
Vapors Fumes and Factory Smoke.

Another good one was:

Harry the milkman, was the biggest slob in town; seldom leaves the quarts that you ask him for, when he does they're upside down.
(To frosty the snowman)

And: Away in a manger upon a big limb, beneath a loud speaker that's blaring a hym.

What classics.

12/21/2011 12:38 PM

 
Anonymous TheObjectiveEye said...

The only one I memorized other than "That Plane We Boarded Last Evening Dear" is "O Little Town of Washington," sung to the tune of "O Little Town of Bethlehem. The politicians referenced date this as early '70s, though the conditions it describes on law & order in the Capitol haven't changed much in forty years:

"O little town of Washington
We hear no Agnew speech
The Senate's bare, no one is there
And Nixon's in Palm Beach

Tho Congressmen forsake thee
We know why they're not here -
Thy filth and grime and slums and crime
Might mar their Christmas cheer

O little town of Washington
How still we see thee lie
There's not a soul out on a stroll
'Cause crime rate's gone sky-high

With rifles and police dogs
We guard our homes and stores
Alive we'll stay this Christmas Day
If we don't go outdoors."

Another was called "Count The Toll," sung to the tune of "Silver Bells." I only remember that it was about the death toll from drunks on the road, and a bit of the refrain:

"Count the toll
Count the toll
The safe-ty council is saying

Please keep score
Just one more
We'll break the record this year."

There was another one about pollution called "Hark! The Carol Singers Choke" and again I only remember a scrap of it:

"Hark! the carol singers choke
From the smog and fumes and smoke
See them rub their itching eyes
As the soot pours from the skies"

Mad should re-release these as a songbook or something. I miss the 70s-era Mad Magazine, big time. All of them Spy Vs. Spy things in the margins, the unique cartoons of Don Martin, "Scenes we'd like to see," etc. *sigh*

2/18/2012 4:39 PM

 
Anonymous Cora said...

Thanks so much for posting! I could only remember some of the lyrics and it was driving me MAD... :)

3/09/2012 5:22 PM

 
Anonymous site said...

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7/20/2012 5:50 AM

 
Anonymous Rosemary said...

It cannot have effect in actual fact, that is what I think.

9/05/2012 5:38 AM

 
Anonymous kelly r said...

the last time i came to your blog was 4 years ago; i should come back more frequently, some of the comments remind me of more songs! i keep a link to it on my homepage.

i have a feeling most of us who have gotten to this blog entry are in the same age range as you, around mid- to late-40s at least, and we got all this from MAD in the '70s. there is a lot of nostalgia going on from our childhoods lately, it's good to see we keep it fresh in our minds while we still have long term memory.

thanks again for keeping this up. sorry i am not a submarine fan, but you are doing an awesome job of attracting great minds!

10/14/2012 9:03 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, to the "Little Bank Americard" song, second verse; the interest rate is indeed "12 percent". I remember that when I saw these songs in Mad magazine when they were originally published.

12/13/2012 12:52 PM

 
Anonymous joanne said...

Hi. I had to post. glad to know Im not alone looking for the mad xmas carols.I laughed so hard reading everybodys memories on these carols.I had a fun time.thanks for this site. all have a blessed xmas! joanne

12/13/2012 5:33 PM

 
Anonymous Mike E said...

Hey, I found the missing line. So, here's the full thing:

Fill the Bars with Christmas drinking
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
See the people getting stinking
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Though their brains are half-corroded
Fa-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
Still they'll try to drive home loaded
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la

See the busy intersection
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Here come cars from each direction
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
See the pile-up when they're meeting
Fa-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
What a novel Christmas greeting
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la

Hear the sound of sirens blowing
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
See the Yuletide death-toll growing
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
That's the fate of drunken drivers
Fa-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
Sing this song to their survivors
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la


Interestingly, the two postings of this song I found that had my missing line, had the last two lines as different than I remember:

So if you want to be survivors
Fa-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
Choose your DESIGNATED DRIVERS
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-LAAAAAH


So, I'll still have to see if I can find the actual MAD text to confirm it.

12/21/2012 10:24 AM

 
Anonymous Mike E said...

Found a bonanza of scanned MAD xmas carols, but not the one I was looking for.

http://madcoversite.com/carols.html

12/21/2012 10:43 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I dont remember all the words but it goes something like this:

One new years day the bowl games come. the cotton orange and rose,
and then the final playoff game between the might pro.
and all the while youre roting for your favorite team to win
You forget about all those bills pouring in. you for get about all those bills poriung in.

Dont remmber the rest Help?

2/04/2013 5:51 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

60Mike E,
I have a MAD book with “Fill the Bars” and your version is correct:
That's the fate of drunken drivers
Fa-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
Sing this song to their survivors
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la

~skye

3/08/2013 7:08 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Rest of "God Rest ye Faithful Football Fans"

God Rest ye Faithful Football Fans,
This Christmas don't dismay.
Thank god there is a playoff game
'tween Dallas and Green Bay.
The TV Tube with all its thrills
Will hold you for the day.
You'll forget all those bills you'll have to pay,
Bills you must pay.
You'll forget those tons of bills you'll have to pay.

One new years day the bowl games,
The cotton orange and rose,
and Soon there comes the championship.
between the mighty pros.
and all the while youre rooting for your favorite team to win
You forget about those bills biw pouring in.
Bills pouring in,
you'll forget the tons of bills now pouring in

4/16/2013 8:50 AM

 
Blogger JakobFabian01 said...

Hey, can anybody help me find the lyrics to this tune? I'm pretty sure it appeared in a MAD magazine in the Seventies. It went to the tune of "The First Nowell," and I think it was called the "First of July."

The first verse set up the complaint: It's only the first of July, and they're already advertising for next Christmas. The chorus went like this, replacing the word "nowell":


Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no,

It can't be Christmas yet,

Say it's not so!


Can anybody hunt down the rest?

7/05/2013 11:09 AM

 
Blogger Paul Charron said...

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8/28/2013 10:05 AM

 
Blogger Paul Charron said...

I have the original pages from 1976. Contact me or view my profile for the jpg's.

8/28/2013 10:22 AM

 
Blogger mccheese0 said...

Here is one I have been looking for. Jackie Onassis' 12 Days of Christmas:

On the first day of Christmas Onassis gave to me
The Statue of Liberty

On the second day of Christmas Onassis gave to me
The New York Mets
And the Statue of liberty.

On the third day of Christmas Onassis gave to me......
(Forgot the rest except for the last day of Christmas which was...)

TWO WEEKS ALLOWANCE.

The drawings to go with the song were great too. The allowance was a giant bag of money bigger than the Statue of Lib and Shea stadium, as I recall.

9/29/2013 1:15 PM

 
Blogger mccheese0 said...

Also, though it is slightly off the Christmas topic, the Mad musicals would be nice to see. I have been looking for Louis Lasagna in "the Sound of Murder" for ages. My Fair Ad Man and My Fair Rock Star still linger in memory too.

9/29/2013 1:21 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...


I do remember the Deck The Halls Parady:
"Fill the bars with Christmas drinking,
fa la la la la la la la la
See the people getting stinky
Fa la la la la la la la la
Though their brains are half corroded,
Fa la la la la la la la la
Now they'll try to drive home loaded,
Fa la la la la la la la la.

See the busy intersection
Fa la la la la la la la la
her come cars from all directions
Fa la la la la la la la la
See them pile up as they're meeting,
fa la la la la la la la la
What a novel Christmas greeting
Fa la la la la la la la la.
Hear the sound of sirens blowing
fa la la la la la la la la
See the Yuletide death toll growing
fa la la la la la la la la
That's the fate of drunken drivers
fa la la la la la la la la
Sing this song to their survivors
fa la la la la la la la la.

11/20/2013 6:40 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is how I remember "Santa Claus is coming to town"
You better watch out
On Christmas this year
You haven't a chance
With relatives near
Sam and Roz are coming, to town

They're bringing their kids
To add to your fun
They're staying10 days
You thought it was one
Sam and Roz are coming, to town

They'll monopolize your bathroom
They'll destroy your solitude
They'll eat you out of your house and home
Then complain about the food

So, there's only one way to
Save your Noël
Your give them your house
You take a hotel
Sam and Roz are coming to town

12/23/2013 12:52 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You aren't alone, man. I have had the words to "It Hangs Down From Our Chandelier" memorized for 37 years. I can't get rid of them. Truthfully, I don't want to. I like being one of the very few people in the entire world who know this.

1/04/2014 3:28 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hear the horns and sirens blowing ...see the Yuletide death tolegrowing...that's the fate of drunken drivers sing this song 2 their survivors.

2/02/2014 7:01 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The full lyrics to Jackie Onassis' Twelve Days of Christmas . . . (the last verse!)

On the twelfth day of Christmas
Jackie Onassis gave to me

Two weeks allowance
Communist Asia
Pablo Picasso
Fort Knox, Kentucky
Westminster Abbey
Rio de Janeiro
General Motors
The New York Mets
Fifth Avenue
Plymouth Rock
Niagara Falls
and the Statue of Liberty.

2/10/2014 2:44 PM

 

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