He sees you when you're parking, He knows your license plate. He'll drag your car away for good, Meter's running, don't be late!
Fairway so green in summertime, I'll even golf at Christmastime. [Title], [Title], How lovely are thy sand traps.
[Title], You're tired and you ache. Remember Christ our Savior Said you deserve a break!
What's that fishy smell (Baby, it stinks out there) It's made me feel unwell (Baby, let's stay inside) Is it tuna or bass? (No, I think it's something else) Mackerel or wrasse? (They better keep that fish on ice!)
[Title] are pruning your yard. To trim your hedge, we've travelled afar. Grinding stumps and trimming the branches, We'll be your arbor stars.
[Title], or were they thighs? On Christmas day, on Christmas day. Shakira told me they don't lie, On Christmas day in the morning.
The party's on, the spirit's here. Hey Timothy, lend me your ear! Simply having a [Title]. Simply having a [Title].
[Title], Glory to our new-built ship! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, Boats and schooners reconciled.
There's a clown in the gutter And he's making kids shudder. Is anywhere safe? I'd say no! There'll be scary ghost stories And tales of the glories of Pennywise long, long ago.
[Title] Roker and Pacino, O come Gore, and Jolson To Bethlehem!
O the dripping of the meds, And transfusing of the bloods, The playing of the merry organ, Christmas in the ICU.
[Title], gifts for all sorts of folk. [Title], and now I'm totally broke. [Title], these prices are so high! And [Title]... holidays bleed me dry.
Oh, there's no tool like a [Title], No matter how cold the wind may blow. When you pine for your garden in the winter days, You can shape the soil and just sing, 'Ho, ho, ho!'
[Title], a regrettable night, When I watched those poor shepherds get into a fight. In the fields there I yelled, 'Quit punching that guy!' But both men went home with a swollen, black eye.
[Title], all itchy and red, These infested livestock lay down their sweet heads. Their hair loss is caused by cruel parasites. Oh, poor animals who are beset with mites.
[Title], such a jolly, happy guy. With his porkchops, ham, and some bacon too On his farm, so full of swine.
See all the stars, sweet silver stars. Sagan would say, 'Light years away.' Cosmos is here, bringing good cheer. To young and old, science so bold!
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