The Christmas Song
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
everybody was stoned, even the mouse.
Her from the whore house, me from the jail,
I just settled down to get a piece of her tail.
When all of a sudden I heard such a clatter,
I tripped on my dick and busted my bladder!
I went downstairs and what did I see?!
A fat little red faget hangin' from a tree.
He stuffed the stockings with reefers and beer,
and a big fat hairy dick for the family queer.
That's the end of my story. Funny wasn't it, ya see?
One, two, three, four, Santa can suck my dick all day!