Lyrics:
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
Little Billy was the fattest kid in his class
Always the last in line
All the other little kids would laugh at him
Said he'd die before his time
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
takes him by the hand
Obladi oblada life goes on brahhh
Lala how the life goes on
Obladi Oblada life goes on brahhh
Lala how the life goes
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
Oh everybody
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.
man, then we were Ziggy's band
Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
tryna eat
Bad boys since the 1990s
Joe Dumars Isiah Thomas
Bill Laimbeer Dennis Rodman
John Sally i'm gladly
Proud to welcome you too
The new Detroit
This
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
He was 9 years old when his folk left home on a wagon heading west
When his mom and dad knew he'd grow bad by the mark of the devil on his chest
Lookin' out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
the fugitive
But you don't know what you're runnin' from
You can't kid us
And you couldn't trick anyone
Houdini, love you don't know what you're runnin' away
you hate me you gon' feel the pain
Even when the sun was bright I used to feel the rain
Still the same kid with a attitude better than rest of them
was a little bitty kid
And we gathered around the piana
And me and little brother would join in
And mamma would sing tenor, and dad would sing bass
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose (yeah)
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
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
Rainbow to me
Chubby kid just wanted friends
Playing Nintendo Mario Kart
And boy we getting it in
Running through sprinkler systems
On that Slip N Slide
aren't wrong
And the kids aren't wrong this time
Am I looking for a spark in the heart of the light? (The light)
This car drives all by itself
you are
Notify your next of kin
'Cause you're never coming back
I've been dropping beats since Back in Black
And we'll paint by numbers
'Til
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
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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
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