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Santa and the Red-Headed Stepchild
Hey fat man
in the little red suit
All those little girls
think your so cute
But ive known the truth now
since i was over three
And caught you kissing Mommy
under our christmas tree
I heard whispers and moans
and little passionate sighs
Ya i saw that twinkle
in your bloodshot eyes
I crept over to your bag
and peeked right in,
I saw twenty bags of cookies
And a bottle of gin
Your were gettin busy with mom
Goin all ho ho ho
Then i saw my name
On a lump of coal
No little red wagon
No G.I. Joe
I screamed, "thats it fat boy"
"you gotta go"
He got dressed fast
So lively and quick
But first i swatted his ass
With a red-hot poker stick
Up high he jumped
And went screaming into the night
I said, " and dont come back"
"until you get it right"
Copyright ©
Carl Fraser
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