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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! And we begged her not to go But she forgot her medication And she staggered out the door into the snow. At the scene of the attack She had hoof prints on her forehead And incriminating Claus prints on her back. He's been taking this so well See him in there watching football Drinking beer and playing cards with cousin Nell. All the family's dressed in black And we just can't help but wonder Should we open up her gifts or send them back? (send them back!) And the pudding made of figs And the blue and silver candles That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig. Better watch out for yourself They should never give a license To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves. |
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