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Ανάμεσα στα μεγαθήρια του πενταγράμμου και στα jingles που άφησαν εποχή (Sinatra, Elvis, Whitney κλπ κλπ) θα ακούσετε και χριστουγεννιάτικα άσματα όπως Grandma got run over by a raindeer (!), 12 pains of christmas ή το επίσης επιμορφωτικό για παιδιά Frosty the pervert (). Καλές γκυορτές.

Ιδού και οι στίχοι:

GRANDMA GOT RUN OVER BY A REINDEER

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog.
And we'd begged her not to go.
But she'd forgot her medication,
and she staggered out the door into the snow.

When we found her Christmas mornin,'
at the scene of the attack.
She had hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
but as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now were all so proud of Grandpa.
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there watchin' football,
drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.

It's not Christmas without Grandma.
All the family dressed in black.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
(Send them back)

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now the goose is on the table.
And the pudding made of fig.
And a blue and silver candle,
that would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.

I've warned all my friends and neighbors.
"Better watch out for yourselves."
They should never give a license,
to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
walkin' home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
but as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
(Sing it Grandpa)

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
walkin' home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
but as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Merry Christmas

FROSTY THE PERVERT

Frosty the pervert
in a trench coat he did go
to a the school yard to expose his dick
and balls made out of snow

frosty the pervert
all the kids he liked to watch
his dick did grow when he packed snow
on his cold and icy crotch

there must have must have been some magic
when he stroked his frozen meat
cause frosty started moaning loud
and it began to sleet

frosty the pervert
was as glad as he could get
he threw away his corn cob pipe
and lit a ciggerette

frosty the pervert
didnt want to go to jail
he began to run
while dripping cum
and the cops picked up his trail

down to the village
his dick melting in his hand
running here and there
all around the square
yelling "catch me if you can."

they chased him down the streets of town
right to a vice squad cop
who shoved a night stick right up his ass
and frosty screamed "dont stop OOOO!!"

frosty the pervert
was locked up that very day
but he did not cry
as he waved good bye knowing he'd be back someday

beating his meat
all over the streets
look at frosty go

sliding his hands
all over his glands
his cum, as white as snow