IS GRANDMA GOT RAN OVER BY A REINDEER THAT SONG ALWAYS MAKES ME LAUGH SO HARD WHEN I HEAR IT. I CAN JUST PICTURE SOME OLD LADY GETTING MOWED DOWN BY A DEER. :LOL: WHAT'S YOUR ALL TIME FAVORITE CHRISTMAS SONG?

Christmas is not Christmas w/out the music from

The Charlie Brown Christmas Special.

Nah this is the best christmas song.

Slick Nick stole a reindeer from the Zoo
Fell down my chimney with a keg of brew
Put my dog out in the cold
Ripped off the candy from my socks
Smokin' cloves and drinkin' Scotch

Slick Nick you devil you
(Devil you, devil you)
Slick Nick you devil you
(Devil you, devil you)

Dressed in red and overweight boot
Stole the TV and the stereo
And the toys
The toys were broken too

You devil you
Slick Nick you devil you

I saw Slick Nick fall over the X-mas tree
He was a Whole different man from
What mom and dad told me
Spillin' Jack Daniels all over the drapes
Spray-painting a bad finger over the fireplace
Tatoos on his arms and knees
I never thought Santa Claus Would be such a sleaze ! But...

Slick Nick you devil you...

Cussin' and coppin' and playin' punk-rock
And every once in a while you'd just scratch your jock
Hey ! Slick Nick, where are my toys ?
You went drinking with the boys
You put Mad Dog in my sock
I wanted candy (x3)


Oh, Oh ! I thought you were my buddy and chum
But you're just a downtown bum
Instead of putting presents in front of my eyes
You just told me a bunch of lies...

Slick Nick you devil you...
Santa Claus... Huh !

Paisley said:

That is just wrong


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Nothinbutjoy said:

One of my ex co-workers father-in-law wrote the famous music for that Charlie Brown special. she use to give us Charlie brown x-mas cards every year.

sinisterpentatonic said:

this is hilarious, I never heard this song before. :LOL:

Nikster said:

I did not say that and you know it. :LOL:

nope. it's "Christmas Wrapping" by the Waitresses

can i post my fav xmas poem? or doesnt that count?

violett said:

You may do that you have my permission

AaronAlmighty said:

Yeah!



















I like the Spice Girl's cover of it too

Here's a Christmas gem for ya:

Hey Santa

Quite often I get a thinking
How as kids we got by
Like christmas time in our house
We couldn't even afford a fire

But we made do in our house
Back then when I was young
Dad used to suck a peppermint
And we'd all sit round his tongue

We couldn't afford no tinsel
On our christmas tree
So we'd just wheel old grandad in
And make the old cunt sneeze...atchoo

Wheel him round the other side granny...atchoo

Well things change so bloody fast
I got children now of me own
Now I heard 'em unwrap their presents
Last night when I got home

Santa claus you cunt
Where's my fucking bike
I've unwrapped all this other junk
There's nothing what i like

I've wrote you a letter
And i've come to see you twice
You geriatric wanker
Where's my fucking bike

If i wanted a pair of fucking shoes
I would've fucking asked
This cowboy suit and ping-pong set
You can stick right up your arse

You went and mucked my order up
It's enough to make you spew
It's not just me that's pissed off
My sister's cheesed off too

Santa claUs you cunt
Where's my fucking pram
You promised me you fucking cunt
You know who I am

'Cos I'm the little girl
You made sit right on your hand
Never mind your ho ho ho
Where's my fucking pram

Next time i go to see him
I'm gonna punch him in the guts
Set his fucking reindeer loose
Kick rudolf in the nuts

Just you wait til next year
'Til we get to that store
A mate of my little sister
'll come stomping through that door

Hey mums and dads just check his breath
And watch his bloodshot eyes
Don't listen to him boys and girls
'Cos he tells fucking lies

He's a pisstake and a pervert
He's not even fucking bright
'Cos that fucking wanker
Forgot my fucking bike

Hey santa claus you cunt
Where's my fucking bike
I've unwrapped all this other junk
There's nothing what I like

I wrote you a fucking letter
And I came to see you twice
You geriatric wanker
Forgot my fucking bike

Yeah I'm gonna tell my dad on you
Fucking punch your head in...cunt
I saw mummy sucking santa

A Visit From Saint Vicious


'Twas the night before New Year's, when everyone's drunk,
Not a rocker was stirring, not even a punk;
The baggies were hung by the phono with care
In hopes that Saint Vicious, yes Sid, would be there:
The Ramones were sold-out, so we stayed in our sheds,
While visions of slammers still danced in our heads;
Suzie with hash pipe and I, dressed in black,
Had just settled down for a long playing track
When out in the alley there arose such a clatter
I crawled from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I lurched with a crash,
Tearing a poster I'd had from the Clash.
The strobe light, the acid, the new-snorted snow
Gave a luster of Day-Glo to objects below;
When what to my unfocused eyes should appear
But a miniature stage, and a band I could hear,
With a singer who danced; by the pogo he did
I knew in a moment that it must be Saint Sid.
More rapid than Springsteen, their rhythm it came.
And he snarled, and he shouted, and called them by name:
"Now Strummer! Biafra! Now Joey Ramone!
On Bators! On Patti! On Cook and on Jones-
To the top of the amps, kick over the wall!
Now anarchy, anarchy, anarchy all!"
As punks that before a rock concert got high,
When they all started to pogo, mount to the sky,
So up to the window, the rockers, they flew
With powerful speakers, and Saint Vicious, too.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the trunk
The swearing and cursing of each famous punk.
As I drew on my pipe, and was turning around,
Down the vent shaft Saint Vicious, he came with a bound;
He was dressed all in black from his head to his toe,
And a chain ran from his shoulder to regions below.
A black leather jacket was flung on his back,
And he looked like a heretic freed from the rack.
His eyes, how they flashed! His smile, how merry!
He staggered right in, and his breath smelled of sherry;
His darkly blue hair was drawn up in a spike,
And the rest of the punks were attired alike.
A portable mike he held tight in his hand;
"Holiday in the Sun" issued forth from the band,
To be followed by "Anarchy in the U.K.",
"God Save the Queen", "EMI", and "My Way".
The band played so loud, albums fell from my shelf,
And I gasped when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye, and some dope for my head
Soon gave me to know, I should pogo instead.
He spoke but a word, and that was "Ramones",
And gave us all tickets, and hash for the day!
Then putting white powder inside of his nose
And spitting it out, he said: "Fuck all discos!"
He sprang to his stage, to the band gave a shout,
And away they all jammed, 'til Saint Vicious passed out;
But I heard him exclaim, with the last of his might,=20
"SCORCHING PUNK ROCK TO ALL AND AN AWFUL GOOD NIGHT!

sinisterpentatonic said:

Fishbone is fantastic.

I can't believe more people didn't know about this song.

"Devil You, Devil You!"

"God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" cover by Barenaked Ladies and Sarah McLachlan is a great one too.

bkw said:

:LOL: :LOL:

Paisley said:

..."should we open up her gifts, or send them back"...?

My kids love that song.

PurpleJedi said:

:LOL:

You're a mean one Mr. Grinch...