"Wrap Your Gift"
(to the tune of "Deck the Halls")
Wrap your gifts with fingers agile, Fa la la...
Seal it up and mark it "fragile", Fa la la...
There's no reason to feel nervous, Fa la la, la la la...
You can trust the Postal Service, Fa la la...
Hear the postal worker singing, Fa la la...
As your parcel he is flinging, Fa la la...
See it crumple in the bin there, Fa la la, la la la...
Aren't you sorry you walked in there? Fa la la...
See your parcel speed to Philly, Fa la la...
Through the air to cousin Billy, Fa la la...
It will end up in Savannah, Fa la la, la la la...
Via Nome and Butte, Montana, Fa la la...
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Sam and Roz Are Comin' To Town (to the tune of Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town)
You'd better give up,
On Christmas this year;
You haven't a chance
With relatives here;
Sam and Roz are coming to town
They're bringing their kids,
To add to your fun;
They're staying 10 days
You thought it was one;
Sam and Roz are coming to town
They'll monopolize your bathroom,
They'll destroy your solitude;
They will eat you out of house and home,
Then complain about the food.
Oh, there's only one way,
To save your Noel,
Just give them the house
And take a hotel.
Sam and Roz are coming to town.
Sung to the tune of: It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
This plane we boarded last evening, dear
to start on our holiday spree.
We read a book and enjoyed a meal
and saw a movie for free.
We pushed our seats back and slept 'till dawn,
then chatted together past noon.
It's been real fu-un, and now let's hope
that we'll be taking off soon.
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(Tune – Walking In A Winter Wonderland)
Doorbells ring, it's the season
And you know what's the reason
There's someone out there
Who's after his share
Stickin' out his greedy little hand.
First to come, is the doorman
He'll complain he's a poor man
The janitor's next on some weak pretext
Stickin' out his greedy little hand.
"Then will come the superintendents visit.
He will ring your doorbell loud and long.
You will open up and ask who is it.
He just smiles and sings a Christmas song.
Later on...you'll give cash up.
To the man..who picks the trash up.
How nice they're all here.
For one day a year.
Stickin' out their greedy little hand."
I'd love to post the one about Bambi the streetwalker but ya'll know I can't because...IT'S THE LAW.
GrtArtiste
(to the tune of "Deck the Halls")
Wrap your gifts with fingers agile, Fa la la...
Seal it up and mark it "fragile", Fa la la...
There's no reason to feel nervous, Fa la la, la la la...
You can trust the Postal Service, Fa la la...
Hear the postal worker singing, Fa la la...
As your parcel he is flinging, Fa la la...
See it crumple in the bin there, Fa la la, la la la...
Aren't you sorry you walked in there? Fa la la...
See your parcel speed to Philly, Fa la la...
Through the air to cousin Billy, Fa la la...
It will end up in Savannah, Fa la la, la la la...
Via Nome and Butte, Montana, Fa la la...
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Sam and Roz Are Comin' To Town (to the tune of Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town)
You'd better give up,
On Christmas this year;
You haven't a chance
With relatives here;
Sam and Roz are coming to town
They're bringing their kids,
To add to your fun;
They're staying 10 days
You thought it was one;
Sam and Roz are coming to town
They'll monopolize your bathroom,
They'll destroy your solitude;
They will eat you out of house and home,
Then complain about the food.
Oh, there's only one way,
To save your Noel,
Just give them the house
And take a hotel.
Sam and Roz are coming to town.
Sung to the tune of: It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
This plane we boarded last evening, dear
to start on our holiday spree.
We read a book and enjoyed a meal
and saw a movie for free.
We pushed our seats back and slept 'till dawn,
then chatted together past noon.
It's been real fu-un, and now let's hope
that we'll be taking off soon.
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(Tune – Walking In A Winter Wonderland)
Doorbells ring, it's the season
And you know what's the reason
There's someone out there
Who's after his share
Stickin' out his greedy little hand.
First to come, is the doorman
He'll complain he's a poor man
The janitor's next on some weak pretext
Stickin' out his greedy little hand.
"Then will come the superintendents visit.
He will ring your doorbell loud and long.
You will open up and ask who is it.
He just smiles and sings a Christmas song.
Later on...you'll give cash up.
To the man..who picks the trash up.
How nice they're all here.
For one day a year.
Stickin' out their greedy little hand."
I'd love to post the one about Bambi the streetwalker but ya'll know I can't because...IT'S THE LAW.
GrtArtiste