Lyrics:
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
I know for
No one to talk with, all by myself
No one to walk with but I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you
I know for certain,
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
the path to shangrila
Is misled by he misled by you
He is of your negativity, he is of your hate
Meet the other half of the jugglin' duo
That is your
village on expense accounted gruel
And the jack-knife barber, drops her off at school
Laughing in the playground, gets no kicks from little boys
Would
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Bob Shane/Jack Splittard
Adelita, 'tis time we remembered that only one hour more and I must go
To the hills of Sierra Del Prado for the glory
Improvisation by Andrew Vanvlerah and Jack Peplinski
With love
ThreadBox Records
Poor Old Jack"
But I never intended all this madness, never
And nobody really understood, well how could they?
That all I ever wanted was to bring
knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
You're playing so cool, obeying every rule
Deep way down in
(Although it's been said many times, many ways, Merry Christmas to you...)
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack frost nipping at your nose
skies, where dreams never die.
[Chorus]
Rose and Jack, sailing through the night,
In each other's arms, our love takes flight.
Together we'll soar, beyond
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
the snakes were all around
Now I'm back in grown and I don't do no favors for a child
You should know it write down like a poet
Yo bitch need a Heisman by
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
Just a few of my favorite lies . . .
Lately I don't even miss her
Yes it's true, out of sight and out
my J's and lace some Jack in my Coke
Work on my laid back, ain't nothin' wrong
With gettin' my sun daze on, gettin' my sun daze on
Girl you know
I know a gal by the name of Mae Lou
She shook it so much she had the German flu
(chorus:)
No matter how she done it,
No matter how she done
Man it sure is good to hear you singin' and yodelin' and pickin' again Jack Elliot
I been drivin' haulin' load of grain all day long
Got about
Jack was nimble
Jack, he was quick
Jack could jump right over the candle stick
Now he's gone and I'm burning
All alone
Yeah he's gone and I'm
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto
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