The Christmas Dick
Christmas comes the same time each year
But that don't mean the day is full of cheer
Cause our dad likes
To sleep in late
He just snores
While we all just wait
You can call him a scrooge
You can call him the grinch
But he sees it likes he sees it
And he tells it like it is
So stay out of his way
Or you might get hit
Its the holiday
He's our Christmas Dick
He don't put lights before Halloween
He don't put up a wreath before Thanksgiving
He don't like shopping
And he don't like to wrap
He don't like spending
All his cash
You can call him a scrooge
You can call him the grinch
But he sees it likes he sees it
And He tells it like it is
So stay out of his way
Or you might get hit
Its the holiday
He's the Christmas Dick
He doesn't like lights
He doesn't like bells
He doesn't like the way
That gingerbread smells
He doesn't like having
A tree inside
And he doesn't think
That reindeer can fly
You can call him a scrooge
You can call him the grinch
But he sees it likes he sees it
And he tells it like it is
So stay out of his way
Or you might get hit
Its the holiday
He's the Christmas Dick
Its the holiday
He's the Christmas Dick
Its the holiday
He's the Christmas Dick
But that don't mean the day is full of cheer
Cause our dad likes
To sleep in late
He just snores
While we all just wait
You can call him a scrooge
You can call him the grinch
But he sees it likes he sees it
And he tells it like it is
So stay out of his way
Or you might get hit
Its the holiday
He's our Christmas Dick
He don't put lights before Halloween
He don't put up a wreath before Thanksgiving
He don't like shopping
And he don't like to wrap
He don't like spending
All his cash
You can call him a scrooge
You can call him the grinch
But he sees it likes he sees it
And He tells it like it is
So stay out of his way
Or you might get hit
Its the holiday
He's the Christmas Dick
He doesn't like lights
He doesn't like bells
He doesn't like the way
That gingerbread smells
He doesn't like having
A tree inside
And he doesn't think
That reindeer can fly
You can call him a scrooge
You can call him the grinch
But he sees it likes he sees it
And he tells it like it is
So stay out of his way
Or you might get hit
Its the holiday
He's the Christmas Dick
Its the holiday
He's the Christmas Dick
Its the holiday
He's the Christmas Dick
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Writer(s): David Thomas Woodard
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