Текст песни
Oh, my God, we should do another song!
But we already said, "Bye-bye-bye"
But it's Christmas!
So you wanna write a song about Jesus Christ?
Or Santa Clause?
Or his wife?
Who the hell is Santa's wife?
She the baddest, she a savage
She make the best cookies ever, she no average
Think he schedules by himself, then you're mad, bitch
Every kid got a gift, 'cause she planned shit
Not the face of the campaign, but she's the brain
Ain't no side dish, honey, 'cause she's the main
(So, she really has a seat at the table?)
No, she ate (oh?)
She left no crumbs on her plate!
There's a saint at the North Pole and it isn't Saint Nick
Her name is Gertrude and she's got a long (dick!)
List, sh-she's got a long list
She says, "Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas from the Pole
I hope it fucking snows, don't eat the cookie dough"
Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas from the Pole
Let's start the fuckin' show, one, two, three, let's go
She's no goody, she's a baddy
Everybody knows her addy
Not a mommy, call her daddy
(Sorry?) Daddy (sorry?) Daddy
There's a saint at the Pole and it isn't Saint Nick
No, her name is Gertrude and she's got a long (list!)
Yeah, I was getting to that
She says, "Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas from the Pole
I hope it fuckin' snows, don't eat the cookie dough"
Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas from the Pole
Let's start the fuckin' show, one, two, three, let's go
Christmas
Tree
Snowman
Glee
Reindeer
Neigh
Gertrude
Sleigh
One, two, three, let's hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe (no, no)
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe (not like that, no)
It kinda sounds a little like (like what?)
Like never mind
There's a saint at the North Pole and it isn't Saint Nick
Her name is Gertrude and she's got a long (clit!)
Are you fucking kidd-
Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas from the Pole
I hope it fucking snows, don't eat the cookie dough
Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas from the Pole
Let's start the fucking show, one, two, three, let's go
To the North Pole!