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dancing around and around in the hall.

Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear
all
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.

Well, a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights
To play the piano, so you gotta
I
Think about the baby
And the star up in the sky
Santa Claus is comin
Cause he know where real faith lives
But who needs Christmas presents
We
My two front teeth, my two front teeth 
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth 
Yo where's ya rhyme tell me Buck Wheat. 

Buck wheat is
One year I got a dog for Christmas
And I gave it to the boy next door
Then I gave him my bike and my mom's bank card
'cause that's what Christmas is
on Christmas Eve

A cabin with the light on
Brought them to its door
A woman said, "In my home
You can't bring in your war
So leave your rifles outside
Up
more there, eh?

Bob- Where? On the... go.

Doug- Fourth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: four pounds of backbacon,

Bob- Three French
And you're dancing around and around in the hall. 

Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
head for I kept my word. 
Three times my shadow crossed your floor 
And three times I came to your lowly door.
I was the beggar with bruised, cold
three are on my mind

I see tin roof shanties
Where my brothers live
Those three are on my mind
And the little burnt out churches
Where they sing we
to end all strife
There were three wise men from afar
Directed by a glorious star
And on they wandered night and day
Until they came where Jesus lay
three are on my mind"

I see tin roof shanties
Where my brothers live
Those three are on my mind
And the little burnt out churches
Where they sing we
folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three 

Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God
{Dear Santa, I live in Hollywood but it's not like in the movies
Where Christmas is always snowy white
On my list, is just one wish that it would
every door repelled alas!
As long foretold, their refuge all
Was but an humble ox's stall.

There were three wise men from afar
Directed by
wit my son and my daughter

If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who
officially
Told her that “You the star at the top of my Christmas tree”
My only question is, “Where my presents?”
She said, “Shhh” she got a gift for me that
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
Now that the war's being won
Where are you now, my son?

The siren gives a running break to those who live in town
Take the children and the blankets
I went home for Christmas
To the house that I grew up in
Going back was something after all these years
I drove down Monterey Street
And felt
And contents of the Pressure
Knows the deal, and to the girl, Victory
You make me feel, but my man John Salle'
We keep it down, Figure Four kinda love

I
did Mimi knock on Roger's door
And Collins choose that phone booth
Back where Angel set up his drums?

Why did Maureen's equipment break down?
Why
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
And contents of the Pressure
Knows the deal, and to the girl, Victory
You make me feel, but my man John Salle'
We keep it down, Figure Four kinda love

I
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but