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“I Hate Christmas Parties”
Relient K – Deck The Halls, Bruise Your Hands (2003)

I hope it snows this week,
A snow flake on your cheek
Would make this Christmas so Beautiful
But that would just bring the pain
Cause things can’t stay the same
These Holidays won’t be wonderful

I look under the tree
But there’s nothing to see
Cause it’s a broken heart that you’re giving me

I can’t figure you out
Is this what Christmas is all about
Cause it’s a broken heart that you’re giving me

I don’t wanna talk
I’m sick of all this talking
A broken heart wrapped up in a Box
This tear drops in my stocking

I hate Christmas parties,
They offer me some punch,
But I just shrug
I hate Christmas parties
You and the cookie
Tray hear me say “Ba! Humbug”

Ful la la la la la…la la la la la la


“I hate Christmas”
Zebrahead


(Intro) Christmas comes just once a year (I got a baby doll)
With all its yuletide joy and cheer (I got a football)
But theres one thing I’d like to say
Is that I hate Christmas day (I got a rock!)
Its time for everybody to have a christmas party.
Everyone but me I’ll step outside
Boycott your office party. No secret Santa for me.
Mistletoe makes me sneeze anyway.
Cos I don’t wanna go, where happy days are snow
I’d rather stay where Frosty melts in the sun.
July 4 parade. A
Lynchburg lemonade.
An alcohol-a-day by the pool in the sun (now everybody sing).
(Chorus) Deck the halls with bells of holly
‘Tis the season to be jolly but, I hate Christmas
I’m glad it only comes one time a year
Its time for everybody to head out Christmas shopping.
Everyone but me I’ll stay inside.
No presents under your tree that have a nametag for me.
And it makes my gifts so easy to hide
I don’t wanna go where shopping lines are slow.
I rather stay at home with the frosty cold one.
A bud on ice in may, a lazy summer day.
An alcohol-a-day by the pool in the sun (now everybody sing) .
(Chorus)
Deck the halls with bells of holly
‘Tis the season to be jolly but,
I hate Christmas
I’m glad it only comes one time a year
(Rap)
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
All the creatures was chillin like Flint drinkin stout.
I woke from my sleep, heard ‘here comes the boom’.
I knew that Santa would be comin’ soon.
On Dascher on Donner, Commit, on Blitzen.
I yelled ‘shut up ya’ll,’ but they wouldn’t listen.
And then he came down with his belly of jello.
He says, ‘where the ladies at cuz I’m a real jolly fellow.’
Then he gave me a wink and was quick out of sight.
Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a super deeky duper fly night.
(Chorus)
(now everyone – sing)
Deck the halls with bells of holly ‘Tis the season to be jolly but,
I hate Christmas
I’m glad it only comes one time a year (one more time, like you mean it)
(Chorus) Deck the halls with bells of holly
‘Tis the season to be jolly but, I hate Christmas
I’m glad it only comes one time a year
Cos I hate Christmas
I’m glad it only comes one time a year
Cos I hate Christmas

A family gathering with presents and fun
Another Christmas and this one’s wonderful
Presents and cheer, candy canes and gingerbread men

But wait, the gingerbread men have come alive
They’re moving round the room and now they’re on fire
They’re moving round the room and now they’re on fire

Christmas on Acid – The Vestibules

A family gathering with presents and fun
Another Christmas and this one’s wonderful
Presents and cheer, candy canes and gingerbread men

But wait, the gingerbread men have come alive
They’re moving round the room and now they’re on fire
They’re moving round the room and now they’re on fire

 
Why do I see these things?
It’s not the rum and egg nog
It’s not the holiday fun
It’s Chrismas on acid
Christmas on acidMy stocking’s full of spiders and snakes
My little cousins have become walking talking fruitcakes
The whole family’s looking at me cause I’ve got the shakesWhy do I see these things?
[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com%5D
It’s not the rum and egg nog
It’s not the holiday fun
It’s Chrismas on acid
Christmas on acidThe turkey’s dancing on grandma’s head
And her eyes are a devil red
Santa’s dead, oh Santas deadWhy do I see these things?
It’s not the rum and egg nog
It’s not the holiday fun
It’s Chrismas on acid
Christmas on acid
Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto-Snoop Dog
Is that the black santa claus? (ho ho ho! merry christmas!)
I want a super nintendo … yeah, sega genesis, yeah,
Street fighter 2, all these games…
[mommy! is that the black santa claus?
That is the black santa claus! mommee! mommee! mommee!]Verse 1: dat nigga daz
It’s 12.30 am, christmas eve
I’m out with the gangstas and thieves
Celebratin’, postin’ up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[put rudolph and moses] lil’ bang-bangin’ and coastin’
Down the block but be careful for the heart, because it’s posted’
Some stay to this day that christmas ain’t nothing but another day
But, out of respect, I gotta give the lord his day
Tell me, tell me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep? {nowhere}
Where do hungry and the needy-greedy’s got to eat? {but who cares? }
Life is so crucial and cold, [it’s worse] for the children
In this world they hopes and dreams can’t afford
The young and old churches and spiritual dreams, seasonal things
Heard throughout the ghetto reaches gangstas and dope-fiends, huh
‘cause those who ain’t able get it now can finally get it
¡®cause the ghetto santa claus has sprinkled the hood and now we ballin’
Livin’ to a new year of better thangs
Celebrate it with some champagne, ha ha, check it …Chorus: nate dogg
Santa claus … is coming straight to the ghetto …Bridge: snoop doggy dogg
Now on the first day of christmas, my homeboy gave to me
A sack of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up slowly
Now on the second day of christmas, my homeboy gave to me
A fifth of hendog 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 game to meVerse 2: bad a$$
Back then, you woke up to the sound of ¡°i saw mama kissing santa¡±
Made you remenisce on the old fashion christmas days
Gifts, miss a fat man jolly with joy
Down ya chimney with toys for lil’ girls and boys
Pumped up, I jumped up before the sun peeped in
And hoped to catch a santa claus creepin’ down my hall
Ran to the window, put my eyes to the sky
To see if I could see the sleigh that parlayed and pushed a fat guy
I sigh, ain’t no sign, but everything under this tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine’ll do fine till next year come
I try to see the same thing, they got us brain washed dumb
And when you find, it ain’t no santa, christmas still mean a lot

[Santa Claus Goes Straight to The Ghetto lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com%5D
‘cause it’s the time to get together and give all you got
You got food, good moods, and what’s better than together with your people
When wishers give a toast by the tree, it’s merry christmas

Chorus

Verse 3: snoop doggy dogg (starts during chorus)
(don’t get too close because you might get shot …
Welcome to the ghetto …)
Santa claus on the ceiling, jack frost chillin’
Pinch the grinch for being a holiday villain
Season’s greetings, all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house where we’ll be eatin’
Chestnuts roastin’ on an open fire
Singin’ my jingle, where is kris kringle
I didn’t pop, I ain’t even shouted
I even stayed in the house, where the homies tried to sneak me out
And all I want for christmas is my 6-4 chevrolet
And a granddaughter for her grandmother beverly
Ain’t that somethin’? nah, ain’t that nothin’
How it’s christmas time and my rhyme’s steady bumpin’
Everybody happy, hair still nappy
Gonna steal a gift for my old grandpappy
Catch me giving out turkeys at the church-house
Don’t try to work me, just stand in the line and everything gon’ be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, it’s goin’ down
Ain’t no help from no elves, just tha dogg pound
And we passin’ out gifts, blazin’ up spliffs
Christmas on the row, can you dig it? {can you dig it}

Chorus

Verse 4: tray deee
Christmas eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the year
Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin’ baked
To be ate after everything gone off your plate
But wait, not tonight it’s straight beans and rice
On the table, are we able to proceed tonight?
I wonder what the morn’s bringin’ so it’s hard to doze off
Three ‘o clock in my socks I crack the dope song
Hopin’ when I open the door I’ll see santa
Now who the hell is this in this blue bandana
Messin’ with the boxes that’s up under the three
Look like santa claus been crossed to a woman to me
Now I’m comin’ to see, the whole picture gettin’ clearer
How we have messed; I says best get nearer
Mirror, mirror, please, it’s seemed I’ve be deceived
And thank the same trick for the gifts I receive
So I creep back, and act like I ain’t even peeped it
This’ll be me and mom’s private secret

Christmas Card From a Hooker In Minneapolis – Tom Waits

hey Charley I’m pregnant
and living on 9-th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off cuclid avenue
and I stopped taking dope
and I quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track.

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he’ll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday nite.

and hey Charley I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin’ station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
how do you like that?

hey Charley I almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so I went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone I used to know
was either dead or in prison
so I came back in minneapolis
this time I think I’m gonna stay.

hey Charley I think I’m happy
for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
I’d buy me a used car lot
and I wouldn’t sell any of em
I’d just drive a different car
every day dependin on how
I feel.

hey Charley
for chrissakes
do you want to know
the truth of it?
I don’t have a husband
he don’t play the trombone
and I need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and Charley, hey
I’ll be eligible for parole
come valentines day.

Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer -Dr Elmo

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
walkin’ home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

She’d been drinkin’ too much egg nog.
And we’d begged her not to go.
But she’d forgot her medication,
and she staggered out the door into the snow.

When we found her Christmas mornin,’
at the scene of the attack.
She had hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin’ Claus marks on her back.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
walkin’ home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
but as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now were all so proud of Grandpa.
He’s been takin’ this so well.
See him in there watchin’ football,
drinkin’ beer and playin’ cards with cousin Belle.

It’s not Christmas without Grandma.
All the family dressed in black.
And we just can’t help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
(Send them back)

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
walkin’ home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now the goose is on the table.
And the pudding made of fig.
And a blue and silver candle,
that would just have matched the hair in Grandma’s wig.

I’ve warned all my friends and neighbors.
“Better watch out for yourselves.”
They should never give a license,
to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
walkin’ home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
but as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
(Sing it Grandpa)

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
walkin’ home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
but as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Won´t be home in Christmas – Blink 182

(Deck the halls with boughs of holly fa la la la la la la la la)
(Tis the season to be jolly fa la la la la la la la la)

Outside the carolers start to sing
I can’t describe the joy they bring
Cause joy is something they don’t bring me

My girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whiny voices get irritating
It’s Christmas time again

So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they’ll waste
Oh god I hate these Satan’s helpers

And then I guess I must’ve snaped
Because I grabbed a baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter

It’s Christmas time again
It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand all year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from home
If you don’t wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.

Well I guess it’s not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantage

And even though the jail didn’t have a tree
Christmas came a night early
Causes a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package (hot damn)

It’s Christmas time again
It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand all year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from home
If you don’t wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.

I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas

Happy Holidays, You Bastard- Blink 182

It’s Christmas Eve and I’ve only wrapped two fucking presents
It’s Christmas Eve and I’ve only wrapped two fucking presents
And I hate, hate, hate your guts
I hate, hate, hate your guts
And I’ll never talk to you again
Unless your mom will touch my cock
I’ll never talk to you again
Ejaculate into a sock
I’ll never talk to you again
I’ll never talk to you again

It’s Labor Day and my grandpa just ate seven fucking hot dogs
It’s Labor Day and my grandpa just ate seven fucking hot dogs
And he shit, shit, shit his pants
He’s always fucking shitin his pants
I’ll never talk to you again

Unless your dad will suck me off
I’ll never talk to you again
Unless your mom will touch my cock
I’ll never talk to you again
Ejaculate into a sock
I’ll never talk to you again
I’ll never talk to you again

The night Santa went Crazy – Weird Al Yankovic

Down in the workshop all the elves were makin’ toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared ‘em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye,
“Merry Christmas to all – now you’re all gonna die!”

The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he’d been gettin’ a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain

Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you’ll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said, “It tastes just like chicken!”

The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can’t hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin’ in reindeer guts

There’s the National Guard and the F.B.I.
There’s a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin’ ‘round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin’, the body count’s risin’
And everyone’s dyin’ to know, oh Santa, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a jolly guy

Yes, Virginia, now Santa’s doin’ time
In a federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey, little friend, now don’t you cry no more tears
He’ll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Vixen’s in therapy and Donner’s still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Clause, she’s on the phone every night
With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights

They’re talkin’ bout – the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin’ gypped

Wo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he’s gettin’ a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped… in his brain

 


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