Letras
Children of a certain age don't know how Christmas goes
So let's pass it down and tell them how to Christmas like a pro
Happy holidays to you (to you)
It's time to do all those traditions we do (we do)
Like wrap those presents and tight those bots
And spread oily butter on Uncle Joe
Happy holidays to you
It's time to do those traditions we do
To do that Christmas we all do
The smell of ginger bread cookies fills the kitchen (kitchen)
While we listen to Gibson (Gibson) and humming of familiar tune
We always run into the forest and shave our muscrap
And the fur on Uncle Joe's mustache
For when we chase him in the nude
But why am I reminding you, it's the same thing you do
Oh, happy holidays to you (to you)
It's time to do all those traditions we do (we do)
Decorating the tree while we listen to carols
Burning Uncle Joe's coupons in our barrow
Happy holidays to you
It's time to do those traditions we do
To do that Christmas we all do
We also hang that fresh green garland on the front board (front board)
With the root on the front door (front door)
Make them shine with Christmas light
And we always force-feed Uncle Joe with raw milk from a goat
So we can fortify his bows and make him strong on wrestling night
But why am I telling you, it's the same thing you do
Oh, happy holidays to you (to you)
It's time to do all those traditions we do (we do)
Like baking neighbor's bread to spreed holiday cheer
And dressing Uncle Joe up like a sexy reindeer
Happy holidays to you
It's time to do those traditions we do
To do that Christmas we all do
But the one tradition I'll never understand
Is why Uncle Joe hates Christmas
What a sociopath
Hahaha, merry wrestling eve