Carol of the Bells

Park of the Bell, sweet silver bells all seem to say, folk as a wake, Christmas is your brain, meet the gym, young and old, meet them a bold, young and young, bad as a song, with dark gleam, dark carolies.

One seems to hear words of the gym, folk as we wear filled with gifts. All right, how amazing the city they raise! While people sing songs of the gym, Christmas is in three. We're very, very, merry, merry, merry, merry, merry, merry, merry, merry, merry, merry, All I see is they spoke as a way

All on the same arm without an bear To f***ing down Once you hear words like a chip On everywhere filling the If all body power When Christmas is here Every very many things are here You great geeks Grab all that