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when in the parlor
should see Christmas squalor
grow taller and taller

while really on a roll
Christas tree was full of coal
all my gifts Santa stole

when college scholar
who would receive a caller
head stuck in huge howler

when receiving shawl
for Christmas from shopping maul
stuck it in shower stall 

for Christmas God came
forgot His fortune and fame
they gave me the blame

when on face saw some scowls
God with Him had brought His owls
would need towels for my bowels

God should always spoil
my pants He did see me soil
when I was on a roll 
(my role was rock and roll)
(give out grunt was my goal)

God would make a stream
become part of drastic dream
Christas gifts will redeem

God made my fire flame
He even gave me my name
from my mother came
(with me played name game)
(my Terrier came to tame)

now for an encore
cold see ship crash into shore
not around anymore

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