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- Alabama Christmas
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- Da Night B'fo Chris'mas
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- 'Twas da night b'fo Chris'mas in dis yooper house,
- and nuttin' was stirrin', not even our mouse.
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- The rest of da family was all fas' asleep
- wit visions of pasties delivered by jeep.
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- Da swampers was hung by da chiminey wit care
- in hopes dat Saint Nicolas soon would be dere.
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- And in da far corner it was lovely to see
- the Busch cans and cabbage dat hung fum da tree.
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- Ma home fum the mine and me out on parole,
- she was snuggled in bed; I was perched on da bowl.
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- Then alluva sudden da house starts to shudder.
- Some nut's on da roof and he broke da rain gutter.
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- *2@5 He jumps down the chiminey and swears cause it's tight
- as I hide behind beer cases, way outta sight.
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- He lands in da fireplace scorchin' his hair
- on a busted up orange crate still burnin' in dere.
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- He climbs outta da fireplace an' I take a look.
- He's jus like they show him in my coloring book.
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- With vodka-glazed eyes and a stomach like a bubble,
- a five-day-old beard and dere's soot on his stubble.
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- His teeth when he smile look like Grampa's weed-saw.
- He wears tennis shoes big as a grizzly bear's paw.
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- This old Yooper elf give me nothing to fear
- as he heads for da kitchen for cookies and beer.
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- He kills off a six pack then belches and smirks,
- and reaches in the playdoh sack, ready to work.
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- Now under da tree he's startin' to set
- the most bootiful presents us Yoopers can get.
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- *2@5 Dere's a new pastymatic and snowblower for mother,
- a steel chainsaw and some swampers for brother,
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- some mud flaps, CB, and a new-used weedwacker,
- a helmet and nightshirt dat say Green Bay Packer.
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- He close up da sack an' he jumps in da coals,
- an' hollerin' "OUCH!" up the chiminey he rose.
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- He grunted and groaned as he tossed out his bag
- and cracked such a beer fart, ugh, I'm startin' to gag.
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- I mus' watch him leave so I rushes outside
- I looks up at da roof while in da bushes I hide.
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- And what does I see when I looks through da twigs?
- A rusted old car body, pulled by eight pigs!
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- Santy jumped in and he gave 'em all hell,
- "Let's go all you's pigs, don't just sit there and smell
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- "On Mushy and Shmushy and Lempy and Joe
- "And all a you's others what names I don' know.
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- *2@5 "Fly over Negaunee and turn to da right
- "So we make Houghton-Hancock before I get tight."
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- Then I hear him exclaim with a cynical sneer
- "Pull in at dat Busch sign, I run outta beer!!"
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