Twas The Night Before Christmas

'What are you doing'
'Are you on input number one?'
'What are you doing'
'What are you doing'
'I'm turning up the input'
'I don't want...'

Oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well
Santa's been watching us ringing our bells
Oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well
Done is the record let's hope it will sell

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads
And mother in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap
Had just settled our brains for a long winters nap'

Oh Shakira
Would you please mind closing the door
Thank you
Thank you love
Thank you

'When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of midday to objects below
When what to my wondering eyes did appear
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer
With a little old driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall
Now dash...'

'Oh bloody hell, Shakira!
I'm in the office!
These people are paying me a kings ransom
For me to do a bloody voice over!
Could you please
Not print pictures of the dog!'



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Gerard De Graauw, Pineapple Cowboy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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