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I win... first Christmas song of the year... SURELY!
Lyrics: Me
Arrangement: Me
Music and vocals: AI
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Santa Goes Electric
[Pre-song lyrics]
Hey!… guess what!…. Reindeer, I’m told… LOVE Brussels sprouts…… WHO KNEW?
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Well; I knew.
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Why am I NOT surprised?
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[Actual Song Lyrics]
Now Santa was getting eccentric,
His sleigh was now fully electric.
Made the reindeer retire,
pressed the red button - ‘Fire’.
His world then went totally hectic.
Such progress, not always the answer, like fitting night-vision on Prancer.
Unexpected, the street lamp’s harsh glare, meant she didn’t see Santa Claus there.
But Prancer could fly like a bird… so a mid-air collision occurred.
Santa’s new course was absurd… as he sped on so fast he was blurred.
He searched for a roof with snow clearing,
and found a good landing site nearing.
First attempt was a mess,
he had no GPS,
and no reindeer doing the steering
There was no choice; he had to go back,
but he felt he was getting the knack.
He then, feeling bolder,
looked over his shoulder,
and demolished the next chimney stack
The ding dong in this sing-song is to hail the Christmas baby.
Was he real? I won’t say yes, I wont say no…. I’ll just say maybe.
But Christmas is a time to give that ‘virgin birth’ a shout.
For now-a-days there ain’t a lot of virgin-births about!
Rudolph, flying by said, Tutt Tutt,
I’ve so many sprouts in my gut,
I’ll help Santa out,
but first, one more sprout.
He then put a flame to his butt!
By God, that’s one hasty arrival,
could you please ensure my survival
And Rudolph said, Sire,
I shall stoke my fire,
But promise our team a revival.
Being stubborn was not Santa’s thing, so he rang Rudolph’s bell… Ding a ling a ling
and, hearing it ring, the reindeer would bring, presents all fit for a king.
But soon Santa stared in dismay, we won’t get the job done… no way.
So Rudolph said there’s still a way, bring me sprouts… a match…and a sleigh.
So up in the sky, roof to roof,
relying on sleigh-ski and hoof,
Santa got his job done,
with a smidgen of fun,
and sometimes a butt going, POOF!
So, kiddies… whose pressies are singed
It might be unfair if ya whinged.
For sprouts in his gut,
Made fire in his butt,
And Rudolph’s completely unhinged.
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[Closing lyrics]
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HO HO HO~
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Happy Christmas everybody……
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Y’all have a real good time, ya hear?
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Loves every one-a-ya
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Good Night!
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Goodnight, Santa.
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