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We’re making Xmas Christmas again
Come on grab your friends
We’ll huddle ‘round the tree & pee
To make the cheeto grin
The Starbucks cups will be adorned
With baby Donald in a manger
Baristas all around the world
Serving covfefe to strangers
We’re making Xmas Christmas again
Tell all who believe
Tell Matthew, Mark & Luke & Steve
To make themselves relieved
But if it is not hooker’s piss
Our savior will be peeved
We’ll have to take a trip to Russia
I hope you like to ski
We’re making Xmas Christmas again
Expect a gift from Santa Trump
Perhaps a portrait of himself
Or maybe just a stump
Between him & Mr. Grinch
Donald’s the bigger grump
But when you’re pissing on his face
His chode turns to a bump
We’re making Xmas Christmas again
Shout it from the tallest mountain
& when you’re done let’s have some fun
We’ll take a dip in Trump’s piss fountain
I know that it’s not sanitary
But you don’t wanna see him poutin’
On Christmas morn a round we’ll pour
For all to stick their snouts in!
We’re making Xmas Christmas again x3
Except it’s more like Pissmas again
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On Pardoning Day
03:07
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He says he wants to be a much nicer President
On turkey day, on turkey day
He’ll reassure the Gobbler’s Nest residents
On pardoning day, on pardoning day
Drumstick & Wishbone will be joining Tater & Tot
Spending Turkey Day together whether they like it or not
Mmhmmhmmm
Yum yum hum
Mmhmmhmmm
Yum yum hum
The White House Counsel’s office will have him informed
On pardoning day, on pardoning day
These turkey’s pardon’s cannot be revoked
This Turkey Day
Let the turkeys play
Drumstick & Wishbone will not be fed corn
Tater & Tot will not be carved & poked
Mmhmmhmmm
No no no
On turkey day
On pardoning day
The only turkey we’ll be gobblin'
Is the President hob goblin
Donald Trump
We’ll carve his rump
Mmhmmhmmm
Yum yum hum
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The Man With The Sack
03:14
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Well the holidays are coming
& I’m out on the sidewalk bumming
Yes my name is ol’ Saint Nick
& I need to get my fix
I appreciate your understanding
as to why I am panhandling
But please don’t tell Mrs. Claus
She’ll beat me with the Yule Tide Log
The elves don’t know I’m using
They would find it too confusing
Dancer, Prancer, & I
Get high on our sleigh rides
My dealer is a snowman
With a pretty gnarly spray tan
He claims to be Commander in Chief
Who am I to disagree?
Don’t buy snow from old King Cole
Don’t buy rocks from Frosty Jack
It might sound whack but I buy my crack
From the man with the sack
When I’m making up my list
I don’t bother to check it twice
I just make sure to clear his name
& the rest get a role of the dice
The pennies that you spare me
go to a worthy cause
Juicing up the red party
& stoning Santa Claus
Thanks to Suzy Snowflake
& Ebenezer Scrooge
The rich keep getting richer
& the poor keep getting screwed
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Mike Pence Smells
05:42
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Jingle bells
Mike Pence smells
Donald laid an egg
The Trump mobile
Lost it’s wheel
& Bannon got away
HEY
Dashing to FOX News
With a case of Christmas blues
I fired Spice & Mooch
& Steve you’re fired TOO!
In case you didn’t know
Mike Pence smells like poo
Be sure to pinch your nose
or else you’ll surely spew
A day or two ago
I thought I’d take a ride
& soon Melania Trump
Was seated by my side
The horse was big & plump
So I cooked him into steaks
Then I had to take a dump
but instead I laid an egg
A day or two ago
The story goes you see
I stepped into some snow
Where Mike Pence had peed
I could not resist
This very special treat
I made myself enough snow cones
To last all Christmas week!
Now the ground is yellow
So be ye happy fellows
When you’re shaking your dong
Be sure to sing this song
The snow may quench your thirst
But a rumbly tummy’s worse
You don’t have to beg
You can feast on Donald’s eggs
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Alt-Right Christmas
04:53
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I’m dreaming of an alt-right Christmas
A Christmas we have never known
There’ll be marches in the street
Mousetraps at our feet
To capture all the rats & send them home
I’m dreaming of an alt-right Christmas
But it’s a nightmare so I’m told
All the candidates are white
So of course they’re not too bright
& on top of that they’re way too old
I’m dreaming of an alt-right Christmas
Where all the snowflakes have no shame
The snow will melt to rain
& fill the swamp they could not drain
Lightning strikes the Nazis set aflame
I’m dreaming of an alt-right Christmas
I hope there won’t be one again
This one will be the last
There’ll be no more after that
So may your only alt-right Christmas be a blast!
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Will it ever snow in California?
Maybe one fine day it really will
Imagine that
Mountains snowcapped
& all the elderly have fallen ill
What if it did snow in California?
Why I myself think it would be a thrill!
Hell frozen over
Big bulldozers
Shoveling the white stuff up the hill
You don’t have to pretend
There’d be wrecks on the 10
But all of the stoners would chill
If you desired
You could build a bonfire
& watch it all melt into spill
If it did snow in California
There’d be lots of dead rodents
Dead skunks & rats
Grab your baseball bats
There’s only a few left to kill
Now it’s snowing in California
& I still have lots of stockings left to fill
It’s too late to inform them
Silly Californians
Just wait ’til they see their utility bills!
It’s not hard to see
There just ain’t enough trees
& the lumber’s all gone at the mill
Least we hung up the lights
Since it’s nearly midnight
& the town’s even covered in frills
When it snows
It just blows
In California!
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Have a holly jolly Trumpmas
it’s the best time to drink
So long as it’s brewed with hooker’s piss
& a dash of fallout fear!
He’s climbing down my chimney
The Santa Trump is here
I hope he doesn’t get stuck up there
It’s pretty chilly dear
Yoo hoo the missiles launch
Flying through the air
Somebody will blow up
I hope he has bad hair
I don’t know where you’ll be
But my family’s by the tree
We’re tuning in to watch FOX News
To see his Christmas speech
He’s shouting “MERRY CHRISTMAS”
From New York to LA
I hope someday his reindeers will
Fly me on his sleigh
Yoo hoo the missiles launch
Flying through the air
Somebody will blow up
I hope he has bad hair
I can’t wait to read what he tweets
About the gifts he brings to me
I wonder if I’ll get a Tonka Truck
or a brand new Barbie
Let’s have a merry Trumpmas
C’mon it only makes sense
We won’t get to have one again
After he’s impeached
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Trump On A Stump
02:45
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You’ve heard of elf on a shelf
What about Trump on a stump?
It’s Christmas again
& you feel like a grump
Turn that frown to a grin
What’s got you down in the dumps?
When you feel stretched thin
Go ahead take a bump
& sit your patookus
Down on the stump
This isn’t elf on a shelf
This is Trump on a stump
His face carved into the rings
Don’t be afraid to jump
Stand up, sit down
Right on your rump
You’re in time out
Don’t fuck this up
You want some coal?
Then have a lump
Cut the crap
Clean up your act
Don’t be a chump
Sit on Trump’s stump
He’ll ask you what you want for Christmas
Then take it away from you
He’ll build a wall to block the dreams out
& defund your children’s schools
So let him know you want for Christmas
A voice in government
& he’ll chop down all your Christmas trees
& demand that you sit
Cut the crap
Clean up your act
Don’t be a chump
Sit on Trump’s stump
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It’s a lonesome Christmas in the White House
But I don’t want anyone to find out
All the ghosts of Presidents’ passed
Are all I have to ask
To keep me company
Melania’s sleeping in Trump Tower
While I’m busy counting down the hours
'Til Santa Claus comes crawling down my chimney
With a gift to give me
To bring her back to me
Now Chris Cringle knows that I’m not single
If I was I’d be ready to mingle
But this Christmas just isn’t gonna jingle
Without
My wife’s company
I’ve got Jeff Sessions dressed like an elf
But it doesn’t seem to be that much help
When these walls come crumblin’ down
You know where he’ll be found
Back up on the shelf
I know that I haven’t been a good man
I can’t hold on to love with these small hands
But if I promise to be a good boy
Would you bring me back my toy
She’s all that gives me joy
Now Chris Cringle knows that I’m not single
If I was I’d be ready to mingle
But this Christmas just isn’t gonna jingle
Without
My wife’s company
Without
My wife’s company
Melania’s sleeping in Trump Tower
I’m still busy counting down the hours
’Til Santa Claus comes crawling down my chimney
But because I’ve been naughty
A lump of coal he gives me
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10. |
Santa 2018
03:15
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Santa Claus for President 2018
You know what I’m saying, you know what I mean
Ho ho hope for cha cha change
Ho ho hope for cha cha change
We’ll move Election Day to Christmas Day
And write in Santa’s name on all of the ballots
Ho ho hope for cha cha change
Ho ho hope for cha cha change
Trump no longer reigns supreme
Santa 2018
Mrs. Claus as First Lady
& Rudolph’s running for VP
Move the North Pole to Washington DC
Take a sleigh ride in a limousine
Santa believes in world peace
Roast a chestnut for Mr. C
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Nick Dolezal Corona, California
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