I love well-done parodies. One genre that most people don’t know about is Scandinavian-themed Christmas songs.
This one is called “Uncle Sven is Coming to Town.”
This one has been done by various people, but I like this version the best. It’s called “Yingle Bells.” It’s by Harry Stewart, better known as Yogi Yorgesson. His stage persona was that of a Swede who became a Hindu mystic.
Dog tags ring, are you listening?
In the lane, snow is glistening.
It’s yellow, NOT white, I’ve been there tonight
Marking up my winter wonderland.
Smell that tree? That’s my fragrance.
It’s a sign for wandering vagrants;
"Avoid where I pee, It’s MY property!
Marking up as my winter wonderland.
In the meadow dad will build a snowman
Following the classical design.
Then I’ll lift my leg and let it go, Man,
So all the world will know it’s
MINE - MINE - MINE!!
Straight from me to the fence post
Flows my natural incense dog boast:
“Stay off of my turf, this small piece of earth,
I’ve marked it as my winter wonderland.”
♬ Once a good king wen to sea
And his name was Wencil
He ate oysters so that he
Could put lead in his pencil
Buggering the cabin boy
Wencil thought was dandy
Wencil was a goodly king
But a trifle ran-an-dy! ♬
*See the merry Christmas drinking,
fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!
See the drivers 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!*
Oh, dust and smoke, the heater’s broke,
The door just blew away.
I light a match to see the dash
And then I start to pray.
The frame is bent, the muffler went,
The radio, it’s okay.
Oh what fun it is to drive My Rusty Chevrolet