"Twas the night before Xmas--Old Santa was pissed.
He cussed out the elves and threw down his list.
miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks.
I have a good mind to scrap the whole works.
I've busted my (A) for nearly a year, instead of thanks Santa--what do I hear?
The old lady (B's) cause i work late at night, the elves want more money--the reindeers all fight.
Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids, Donner is pregnant and Vixen has Aids,Just when I thought that things would get better those(A) holes from the IRS sent me a letter, They say I owe taxes--If that ain't funny,"Who ever sent Santa Clause any money?
The kids these days--they all are the pitts, they want the impossible--those mean little%^&&8, I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds, assembling dolls..their arms ,legs and heads, I made a ton of yo-yo's no request for them, They want computers and robots..They think I,m IBM.
I,m flying through the air, dodging trees, falling down chimneys and skinning my knees, I,m quitting this job there's no enjoyment, I,ll sit on my fat(A) and draw unemployment.
There's no Xmas this year, now you know the reason, I found me a blonde,I,m going South for the Season.