Lyrics:
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight
In that pretty red dress
You gon slay tonight
And you light up my eyes
When you paint the sky
Your my holiday
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
bills,
Are fallin' off the trees,
On a dreamer's holiday!
Every day for breakfast,
There's a dish of scrambled stars,
An' for lunchin' you'll
bang nigga
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
and day
And even Crosby too with his bo bo bo bo be do
Tried to get Irene to hit the hay
Well I guess they finally sang her off to slumber
They must
know, now
It's the place to go now
Oh oh oh
You're my holiday
When I wake up by your side
It's like magic every time
I'm happy that you're here
So let's
each and every day. Very thankful because the bills are paid. La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da. La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
It's a Christmas holiday. It's like no
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden
Where little girls say pardon and how do
You do my name is Nosey
And this is me sister really (really)
Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden
Where little girls say pardon and how do
You do my name is Nosey
And this is me sister really (really)
won't take a break no
From this love
Not a day goes by when it's me alone
Like a soldier, can't wait to come back home
And to let you know every man
count
It's every day the same
Biology and history
And you grow bored with that geography
We all get by in June, July
Those hazy, lazy days holidays
(well
day
As the world keeps turning
Cash we keep earning
Holiday my escape
Still I seek a brighter day
As the world keeps turning
And the blunt keeps burning
eyes. Every year, the local radio station 106.7 Lite FM plays nothing but Christmas music around the clock from Thanksgiving to Christmas day. This was
finishes the gravy
12 days and eight crazy nights
I got hoes of every color like Christmas lights
Nine ladies dancing, and eight maids milking
And I'm
know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall
Did catch that phone call most of why'all did admit
Thought it was tall, Gipp flipped like a dip
Wish we were chilling on a summer day
Being together, not miles away
That's what I call a holiday
But I guess it's not today
Wish we were chilling
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
as one
If everybody under the sun
Add some music to your day
(Add some music add some add some music to your day)
A bob didit a bop didit
You'll
we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.
There was new york jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
And every time that hed get full he was
searchin' for his Flame Princess
You can play with my dreads, I really don't mind
If you wanna massage I can help you unwind
Relationships these days are so
wahala dey I be chilling on a holiday infact every other day Bad belleh people wanna run my race but they can never run my race nor reach my pace
Cover by
Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr. James Brown, 2Pac
Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls
Billie Holiday, Cathy Hughes
Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz
Denzel Washington,
kushin' and every day comes nothin
But stockin with sushi
It's cool you flip birds
Don't bring that shit around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard
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