a small idea ... robert excuse, but is certainly funny ... create a x-mas song ... i think it's a great joke...so feel free to post more...
Lullaby
On candystripe legs The Santa Claus comes Softly through the shadow Of the evening sun Stealing past the windows Of the blissfully dead Looking for the victim Shivering in bed Searching out fear In the gathering gloom And suddenly! A movement In the corner of the room! And there is nothing I can do When I realise with fright That the Santa Claus is having me For dinner tonight! Quietly he laughs And shaking his head Creeps closer now Closer to the foot of the bed And softer than shadow And quicker than flies His arms are all around me And his tongue in my eyes "Be still be calm be quiet now My precious boy Don't struggle like that Or I will only love you more For it's much too late to get away Or turn on the light The Santa Claus is having you For dinner tonight" And I feel Like I'm being eaten By a thousand million Shivering furry holes And I know that in the morning I will wake up in the shivering cold And the Santa Claus is always hungry...
your name...like ice into my heart...a shllow grave...a monument to the ruined age...ice in my eyes...and eyes like ice don't move...screaming at the moon...as cold as silence...and you never will say a word...this is my name...and a strange day...ever and ever and ever again......
Hey you!!! Yes you Santa Claus Yes you the one that looks like Christmas Come over here and kiss me Kiss me Hey you!!! Yes you Santa Claus Yes you the one that looks delirious Come over here and kiss me Kiss me
your name...like ice into my heart...a shllow grave...a monument to the ruined age...ice in my eyes...and eyes like ice don't move...screaming at the moon...as cold as silence...and you never will say a word...this is my name...and a strange day...ever and ever and ever again......
Well he's a mile above the ground and I'm thinking that it's Christmas. And I've just put out some cookies. Cuz' I've got very important business. And no-one knows. And no-one sees because they're drinking themselves senseless. And I'm waiting, I'm waiting. And I'm waiting for Father Christmas.
Well I tried to kill him with my car but I ran out of petrol, And I tried to stab him with a candy cane, but I fell through a hole And my eyes feel like they're bursting because I need to kill him now, And I'm waiting, I'm waiting. And I'm waiting for Father Christmas.