FAvorite Christmas Lyrics

[allmykids]

Chesnuts Roasting on an open fire
Jack frost nipen at your nose BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!!

[I_Still_Know!]

Originally posted by Vodstok
What are your favorite christmas song lyrics, they dont have to be funny, but my faorite is.

Merry Fucking Christmas, by Mr Garrison:

Hahah... I love that too Vod.

I had that whole 'Mr Hanky's Christmas Special' on the other day as I was wrapping christmas presents.

That song is a cack. So is Cartman singing 'Holy Night' (title?).

[Vodstok]

I nearly pissed myself when i heard it the first time. garrison is one of my favorite characters, he is so fucking twisted.

I do a mean Mr garrison impression. Also do Mr mackey, mr hankey. Well shit, if its a mister on southpark, i can do his voice.

[urgeok]

i used to be able to do every single muppet when i was younger.

how's that for some horror ?

[dantehorrorfan]

WTF!!!!??? i cant believe nobody has said this yet!!!!! Nightmare before christmas-making christmas,and the nutcracker.....if thats christmas......

[bloodrayne]

Originally posted by dantehorrorfan
WTF!!!!???I can't believe nobody said this yet!!!!! Nightmare before christmas-making christmas

LOL...I had just thought to do this:cool:




"Making Christmas"
performed by: Danny Elfman (Jack) and the Citizens of Halloween

Clown:
This time, this time

Group:
Making Christmas

Clown:
Making Christmas

Mayor:
Making Christmas, making Christmas
Is so fine

Group:
It's ours this time
And won't the children be surprised
It's ours this time

Corpse Child:
Making Christmas

Mummy:
Making Christmas

Mummy and Corpse Child:
Making Christmas

Witches:
Time to give them something fun

Witches and Creature Lady:
They'll talk about for years to come

Group:
Let's have a cheer from everyone
It's time to party

Duck Toy:
Making Christmas, making Christmas

Vampires:
Snakes and mice get wrapped up so nice
With spiders legs and pretty bows

Vampires and Winged Demon:
It's ours this time

Corpse Father:
All together, that and this

Corpse Father, Wolf Man:
With all our tricks we're

Corpse Father, Wolf Man, Devil:
Making Christmastime

Wolf Man:
Here comes Jack

Jack:
I don't believe what's happening to me
My hopes, my dreams, my fantasies
Hee, hee, hee, hee

Harlequin:
Won't they be impressed, I am a genius
See how I transform this old rat
Into a most delightful hat

Jack:
Hmm, my compliments from me to you
On this your most intriguing hat
Consider though this substitute
A bat in place of this old rat
Huh! No, no, no, now that's all wrong
This thing will never make a present
It's been dead for much too long
Try something fresher, something pleasant
Try again, don't give up

Three Mr. Hydes:
All together, that and this
With all our tricks we're making Christmastime

Group:
This time, this time
Making Christmas, making Christmas
La, la, la
It's almost here

Group and Wolf Man:
And we can't wait

Group and Harlequin:
So ring the bells and celebrate

Group:
'Cause when the full moon starts to climb
We'll all sing out

Jack:
It's Christmastime
Hee, hee, hee

[newb]

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.


You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.


You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.


I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.


You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.


Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.


You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.


The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."


You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.


Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.


You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.


You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.