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!