Yule desecration © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "MY GENERATION" BY: THE WHO BONUS QUOTE: "Another Christmas TV special! How touching to have the meaning of Christmas brought to us by cola, fast food and beer." BILL WATTERSON		Writing a new Christmas parody song every year has sorta become a tradition (I'm starting to become predictable, must be getting old). Some kids wanna shoot it down (Santa's airspace operation) When he's flying cross their town (Over borders, over nations) Things they did got on his list (Without no procrastination) Socked it to them, Santa's pissed (And has no commiseration) 'Tis a Yule desecration 'Tis a Yule desecration, baby In his sleigh he flies away ('Cept for hos no conversation) He's faster than the light they say (Rep pimped outta moderation) Three-six-four he's on vacation (Maybe just in hibernation) Socialistic maximization (Red alert and provocation) 'Tis a Yule desecration 'Tis a Yule desecration, baby When the North Pole melts away (Gone through liquid liquidation) He won't have a crib to stay (He will need a relocation) That's the prize for Yule globalization (It's his own victimization) He'll be chilling in a reservation (Time for an extrapolation) 'Tis a Yule desecration 'Tis a Yule desecration, baby Do we need that bum to come (Down with chimney penetration) He's now senile, stinks of rum (Year by year exacerbation) Preserved by the North Pole cold (Fresh as a mummification) We hope he dies before he grows mold (Begone yearly iterations) 'Tis a Yule desecration 'Tis a Yule desecration, baby © Peter Andersson 2009
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