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Weird Al YankovicWeird Al Yankovic In 3 DWeird Al Yankovic Polka PartWeirdal Yankovic UHF SoundtracWeird Al YAnkovic Even WorseWeird AL YAnkovic Off The DeepWeird Al Yankovic AlapaloozaWeird Al YAnkovic Bad Hair DayBad Hair Day contdRunning With Scissors|
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| Bad Hair Day II |
| No this is not another cd it is just the last song to Weird Al Yankovic's Bad Hair Day |
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The Night Santa Went Crazy 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 Freddie 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 hardly walk around the North Pole Without steppin' in reindeer guts There's the National Guard and the FBI 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 [soft, pleasant original version] Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doing 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. Claus, she's on the phone every night With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights [extra gory version] Yes, Virginia, now Santa Claus is dead Some guy from the SWAT team blew a hole through his head Yes, little friend now, as his brain's on the floor Guess they won't have the fat guy to kick around any more But now there's no more presents for the children's enjoyment And the elves gotta stand in line to file for unemployment And they say Mrs. Claus, 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'd been 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 Sorry That this is on a seperate page but The first page had so many charachters on it this song would not fit. My Apologies to all. |
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