1. |
These Chestnuts Are Fire
01:57
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The-the-the-these chestnuts are fire.
Yeah!
Damn toasty!
Chestnut.
Ooh!
Ooh!
Nice.
Roasting over an open fire.
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2. |
Last Boxing Day
04:29
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Last Boxing Day you gave me a glove,
And the very next year you gave me the other.
This year I've nothing to fear;
My hands are so protected they'll last me till next year. (Oh-ho!)
Last Boxing Day I got you some shoes,
And the very next year I tied them for you.
This year I got you some gear
That didn't require laces. (Awesome. Just awesome.)
What's good? I'm kinda down.
I looked on Amazon and everything down in town.
Help me, baby. Don't know what to get you.
I know you like Smurfs; I couldn't find them in blue (find them in blue).
This is crazy.
I even went on Newegg.
All I could find were some gift cards for Blue Apron.
They have food, all the food you choose.
You only pay online and they will ship it to you (ship it to you).
Last Boxing Day you gave me a game,
But the PC port was bad, it was really quite lame (really quite lame).
Not to mention it was pay to win.
I'm really sorry, hun, I never played it again (nope!).
Last Boxing Day I got you a dog (aw, yay!),
Everyone was happy cause it was a dog (woof, woof!).
This year I had an idea.
Let's get ourselves a real one. (A real one!) That's what we wanted, right?
Na-na-na-na-naa-naa-naaa!
Why's it taking so very long?
I ordered candy, it's going on four months.
I look online and see, “Intercepted in Paraguay”.
Says, “It's likely gonna get here in May” (get here in May).
I went outside playing Pokemon GO.
I found a Ditto, I know you want one so.
Ooh ooh!
But my battery died and I cried for like twenty minutes (cool story bro), something like that.
Last Boxing Day I sent you a meme,
And the very next year you sent it to me (sent it to me).
Don't you know that a meme gets old?
Although I'm Pepe for life, and maybe a little JoJo's (play Roundabout!).
Last Boxing Day you gave me a hug,
But the very next year you're sick with a bug.
“Don't get close, I'm as sick as a ghost.”
You say, but I don't care, and now I'm down with the cold.
(Down with the cold!)
(Down with the cold!)
“Don't get close, I'm as sick as a ghost.”
You say, but I don't care, and now I'm down with the cold (I just don't even care).
(Don't even care!)
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3. |
Gift Wrap
02:48
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Instrumental.
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4. |
Warmer in the Headlights
05:00
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Warmer in the headlights moving in
Like sun in a summer's end.
Faraway, it's faraway.
What a way to celebrate Christmas day
With a temper in disarray.
Blood and all was here to stay.
Harrowing screams in the night.
They colliding all between a baby's cry
He said she never had the right to choose (refused, refused).
She swore she lived her life inside a noose (let loose, let loose).
He said she never screamed so loud into the night.
And said “It's warmer in the headlights”.
Ambulance singing that siren song,
I'm amazed it didn't take 'em too long.
Overheard “She's really gone”.
What a way to celebrate Christmas Day,
With her body all tucked away.
Blood and all was here to stay.
I wished that all I heard was just a dream.
I told my girl at home what I'd seen.
I never said I'd walk away unchanged.
It's nights like these that make me go insane.
She said as long as we're sublime we'll never lose.
Let's have ourselves a merry Christmas blue.
A merry Christmas blue.
Ooh.
Ooh.
Ooh.
Ooh.
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5. |
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She smells like Christmastime,
I don't know why.
Like chestnuts roasting over an open fire.
And I wish I knew her prior.
She's coming down
With the snow around,
And I can't see but a flame, a beautiful stain.
Oh, I cry, I cry her name.
We can tell stories and carols, too,
Read the tale of Cindy Lou Who,
But you gotta be honest, completely blunt.
Would you like to come over?
And we can go skating and skiing, too,
Do what fireplace people will do,
But you gotta be honest, completely blunt.
Would you like to come over?
Cherry wine,
A special kind.
It's only out in December, I went and remembered.
Are we here, the end of the year?
Let's pass it around,
Maybe hit the town,
I just need you to care, say you'll meet me there.
I'm not fine with you on my mind.
We can tell stories and carols, too,
Read the tale of Cindy Lou Who,
But you gotta be honest, completely blunt.
Would you like to come over?
And we can go skating and skiing, too,
Do what fireplace people will do,
But you gotta be honest, completely blunt.
Would you like to come over?
Christmas lights,
A merry sight,
And the TV's only on for the ambient noise.
All we here is broadcasting joy.
We can tell stories and carols, too,
Read the tale of Cindy Lou Who,
But you gotta be honest, completely blunt.
(Honest to god, say you wanna come over).
Would you like to come over?
And we can go skating and skiing, too,
Do what fireplace people will do,
But you gotta be honest, completely blunt.
(Honest to god, say you wanna come over).
Would you like to come over?
But you gotta be honest, completely blunt.
Would you like to come over?
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6. |
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I stuffed my face into the fridge,
A five pound ham was baked,
And the mashed potaters were all that was left,
Of the family feast from yesterday.
Why did it have to end,
The food was love and the cheer was great,
I'm only here for three weeks at a time, so,
I don't care if I'm late.
Break out, break out,
All the silver and gold,
That frame, that frame,
Could use mistletoe,
I hear, I hear,
Us ringin' the bells,
We know, we know,
This show's gonna sell.
(Way-yo!)
We are the Festive Follies!
(Way-yo!)
Everyday's another jolly one!
(Way-yo!)
We're always back for more!
(Way-yo!)
We're bringing the party straight to your door!
Ooh, oeh,
Ooh wah ooh waah,
Ooh, oeh,
Oooooh,
Ooh, oeh,
Ooh wah ooh waah,
Ooh, oeh,
Oooooh.
We danced with Santa, ginger ale,
Was all the evidence left,
And we drew some reindeer tracks on the stairs,
Next to the ones that were already there.
We perform only once a year,
The 26th of December has us here,
Where we play our greatest hits in one go,
If nobody shows we play for the snow.
Look out, look out,
I've got a new sled,
That house, that house,
Could use gingerbread
I smell, I smell,
Warm cookies and milk,
Our gloves, our boots,
Are soft like a silk.
(Way-yo!)
We are the Festive Follies!
(Way-yo!)
Everyday's another jolly one!
(Way-yo!)
We're always back for more!
(Way-yo!)
We're bringing the party straight to your door!
Ooh, oeh,
Ooh wah ooh waah,
Ooh, oeh,
Oooooh,
Ooh, oeh,
Ooh wah ooh waah,
Ooh, oeh,
Oooooh.
(Way-yo!)
We are the Festive Follies!
(Way-yo!)
Everyday's another jolly one!
(Way-yo!)
We're always back for more!
(Way-yo!)
We're bringing the party straight to your door!
(Oooooh!)
(Way-yo!)
We are the Festive Follies!
(Festive Follies!)
(Way-yo!)
Everyday's another jolly one!
(Just another little jolly one!)
(Way-yo!)
We're always back for more!
(Way-yo!)
(Ooh!)
We're bringing the party straight to your door!
Ooh, oeh,
Ooh wah ooh waah,
Ooh, oeh,
Oooooh,
Ooh, oeh,
Ooh wah ooh waah,
Ooh, oeh,
Oooooh.
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7. |
Four
01:06
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I almost cried (oh, I!),
Am I only one with myself now?
I almost. I almost.
End of the year. [Sigh].
Hey you!
All alone.
Never alone.
Happy Holidays.
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Logan McCarthy Wrentham, Massachusetts
Boston boy making glitches one song at a time.
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