(Up On The Rooftop)
Up on the rooftop the reindeer pause
And turn on poor old Santa Claus
He grabs at his big red shiny sleigh
But whatever he does, he can’t get away
Ho ho ho, who’d wanna go
Ho ho ho, there’s blood on the snow
Up on the roof top, click click click
Look what happened to old Saint Nick
First comes the stocking of little Nell
Oh dear God, what’s that horrible smell?
The head of Santa, what an awful sight
So that’s what made that noise last night
Ho ho ho, who’d wanna go
Ho ho ho, there’s blood on the snow
Up on the roof top, click click click
Look what happened to old Saint Nick
Billy’s stocking is the next in line
I wonder what we’ll see this time?
Why, it looks like Santa’s nose and ear
I don’t think we’ll use this stocking next year
Ho ho ho, who’d wanna go
Ho ho ho, there’s blood on the snow
Up on the roof top, click click click
Look what happened to old Saint Nick
Rudolph’s the leader of the violent gang
He carries a gun that often goes “Bang”
They’re hitting the street for the girls and boys
Beating them up till they give them their toys
Ho ho ho, who’d wanna go
Ho ho ho, there’s blood on the snow
Up on the roof top, click click click
Look what happened to old Saint Nick
Crunchy The Cannibal
(Frosty The Snowman)
Crunchy the Cannibal was a jolly, happy soul
She’d eat your arm and eat your leg and say she wasn’t full
Crunchy the Cannibal was a fairy tale they say
But every child knows she ate their nose and then she ran away
There must have been some magic in that old dented tin cup
For when they placed it on her head she began to eat them up
Crunchy the Cannibal had not much time to go
She said “Let’s run, we’ll have some fun, let’s eat kids to and fro”
They raced around the streets of town right to the traffic cop
And only paused a moment when ol’ Crunchy ate him up
Crunchy the Cannibal had to hurry on her way
She said “Goodbye, now don’t you cry, I’ll come eat you up someday”
Crunchity-crunch-crunch, crunchity-crunch-crunch, look at Crunchy eat
Crunchity-crunch-crunch, crunchity-crunch-crunch, oops, there goes my feet
Black Christmas
((I'm Dreaming Of A) White Christmas)
I’m dreaming of a black Christmas
Like the ones I remember from Death Row
Where the days were dreary
And we grew weary
Of taking bets on who’s the next to go
I’m dreaming of a black Christmas
Even though it violates parole
When I went to the mall, I gave Santa Claus a call
And wished for a higher deal toll
I’m dreaming of a black Christmas
With every death threat that I send
May you have joy, which is something that I lack
And may all your Christmases be black
