One two three four. (Ooh oh) (Ooo ooh, Merry Christmas Saint Nick). Well way up north where the air gets cold. There's a tale about Christmas. That you've all been told. And a real famous cat
The sky was blonde like her. It was a day to take the child. Out back and shoot it. I could have buried all my dead. Up in her cemetery head. She had dirty word witchcraft. I was in the deep end
won't you?. Pig nick. . You ask me. What for I got these big eyes. You ask me. What for I got this big nose. Now take a guess. What for I got this huge mouth. Don't think too long. You might be
