On a Roll Is my Role Horn Haik

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