non so piu pregare E nell'amore non so piu sperare E quell'amore non so piu aspettare Is there a time for tying ribbons? A time for Christmas trees?
That you don't really come on, Christmas eve But I don't think that's true 'Cause I know I see you in sparking little eyes around the tree Oh Santa
John the Divine I get a little lonely every year around this time The music plays all night in Little Italy The lights will be going up on old Rockefella's tree
It's Christmas [x2] It's Christmas again (again) It's Christmas All the gifts under the tree for doing things for me It's Christmas It's Christmas again
Ha ha, come check out my package Cledus' Christmas ball It's a little bitty piece of me to you Cledus' Christmas ball It's an ornament for your Christmas tree Cledus' Christmas
about them georgia boys Comin' down in candy toys, playin' hard, talkin' noise? Yeah, they call me Fisher Price 'coz all I do is play nice And I hang around
on Christmas Nobody ought to be alone on Christmas Nobody ought to be Alone on Christmas Nobody ought to be alone on Christmas Nobody ought to be alone on Christmas
Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town The kids in girl and boyland Will have a jubilee They're gonna build a toyland All around the Christmas tree
at home things was shitty My mom's boyfriend tryin' to break her down and hurt her Not yet drinkin' but still thinkin' murder Pro players and weeds under Christmas trees
v.'s and sweaters bro But I ain't tripping cause it's christmas in the ghetto Yea, merry motherfucking christmas This ea-ski and the real untouchables Enjoy your motherfucking christmas you broke bitch Cause christmas
tree on Christmas day I was so amazed my dad would play with trains I saw a sparkle in his eye, then I heard him say "Come on, son, let's play, I was
believe That you don't really come on Christmas Eve But I don't think that's true 'cause I know I see you in sparking little eyes around the tree Oh
their copper claims, risking their lives So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives A little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights To play
shot, okay this is a private thing This blue to black at twice the speed of sound It's green silent peace with waves around And it's lighting up like a damn Christmas tree
of Chirstmas cheer Chorus: I wanna be your Christmas present I wanna be your Chirstmass queer I wanna be your Chirstmas present Have a homo Christmas
now, oh I need a new guitar Mark: We need a new guitar, we need a new guitarist, any one out there play guitar Tom: Does anybody know how to play guitar
the human body But yes, of course it's violent To protect yourself at a party And, oh no, it's not violent When under the Christmas tree is a look-alike