On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
12 silver crosses
11 black mascaras
10 pairs of platforms
9 tattered t-shirts
8 pentagrams
7 leather jackets
6 cans of hairspray
5 skull earrings
4 quarts of Jack
3 studded belts
2 pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy!
Oh, I yust go nuts at Christmas
On that yolly holiday
I’ll go in the red like a knucklehead
'Cause I’ll squander all my pay
I Yust Go Nuts at Christmas – Harry Stewart (as ‘Yogi Yorgesson’)
This is Christmas season so there isn’t any reason
We can’t dance the Christmas polka
Hear sleigh bells ringing, everybody’s singing
Dancing the Christmas polka
Christmas trees and holly, make everyone so jolly
And love just fills the air
It’s a wonderful world for a boy and a girl
While dancing the Christmas polka
It’s Santa’s Polka
It’s Santa’s Polka
Santa don’t get cold
When he’s dances at the old North Pole-ka
He does a polka
It’s Santa’s Polka
Santa’s got to hop
Because he’s got to make
A lot of stops on Christmas Eve
Merry Christmas chicka rocka chicka rocka chicka boom. Uh huh, Uh huh, Oh, yea Oh, yea One more time, One more time, Santa Claus
There’s an old man on a sleigh
Who’s like me for just one day
When he bestrides the world like a huge co-co-co-colostomy
He gets no presents, no fun
And he’s forgotten when he’s done
So here’s a little gift
A little song to him, fr-fr-from me:
Merry Christmas, Santa Claus
Merry Christmas, Santa Claus
Merry Christmas, Santa Claus
You are one love-love-lovely guy.
Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue
I’ll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Think of all the fella’s that I haven’t kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you check off my Christmas list
Now Minnie could not be persuaded
That Santa just did not exist
She swore if she put up some mistletoe
Santa’d come give her a kiss
And there where she’d hung up her stockings
All in their silky, soft sheen
She’d be laying in wait on a bear skin rug
Where the cookies and milk could be seen
Folks, here’s a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher
She was a red hot hoochie-coocher
She was the roughest, toughest frail
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale
Rock and roll, hoochie koo (rock and roll, hoochie koo)
Lordy mama, light my fuse (light my fuse)
Rock and roll, hoochie koo (rock and roll, hoochie koo)
Truck on out and spread the news
We could be relaxin’
In my sleepin’ bag
But all you want to do for me, Mama, is
Rag Mama rag
Everybody do the Michigan Rag
Everybody likes the Michigan Rag
Every Mame and Jane and Ruth
From Weehawken to Duluth
Slide, ride, glide the Michigan
Stomp, romp, pomp the Michigan
Jump, clump, pump the Michigan Rag
That lovin’ rag!
Jane, you say it’s all over for you and me, girl
There’s a time for love and a time for letting it be, baby
Jane you’re playing a game called, hard to get by its real name
Making believe that you just don’t feel the same
Oh Jane
My one and only prayer
Is that some day you’ll care
My hopes, my dreams come true
My one and only you
No one will ever know
How much I love you so
My only prayer will be
Some day you’ll care for me
But it’s only make believe
The only one I know
Never cries, never opens her eyes
The only one I know
Wide awake and then she’s away
The only one I see
Is mine when she walks down our street
The only one I see
Has carved her way into me
I only want you for Christmas, baby
I don’t need nothing else
I only want you for Christmas, baby
Tie a ribbon around yourself
Oh, tie a ribbon around yourself
Take the ribbon from my hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Lay it soft upon my skin
Like the shadows on the wall
Come and lay down by my side
Til the early mornin’ light
All I’m takin’ is your time
Help me make it through the night
Whatever gets you thru the night
It’s all right, it’s all right
It’s your money or your life
It’s all right, it’s all right
Don’t need a sword to cut thru flowers
Oh no, oh no
Money, get away
You get a good job with more pay and you’re okay
Money, it’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star, daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team
I’ll take from the blind and I’ll get up ahead
I’ll sneak up behind and I’ll steal
I’ll take all that you have
And then all that you’ve concealed
I’ll take anything I can get - I’ll make you
I’ll break you and I’ll make you sweat
Nothing is worth nothing unless it’s
Made for Midas Man