The Christmas Song

That time of year when that kind of a thing happens, I'm talking about that time when the leaves start telling you that somebody's coming with a pussachel full of things for you. And you're filled with all of that spilches because you don't know what the fat cats gonna lay on you.

You know, when all the kids start hanging out at Toys R Us, where their nose is pressed against the windows, looking like so many starving orphans at a bakery. And I mean that. You know that time when old Bob Cratch it's going, give me a raise babe and Screw you don't even know he's around

and little tiny Tim's going, Dain, not an under the tree pops. Yeah. I'm talking about Christmas by the way. Yeah. So we all got together and it's our little, our little way of the world trip man.

Nothing, nothing like the big one cause all the good cats were there, you know. Kimmy Carnes and the cookin' Kenny Rogers and Belafonte, daylight came and he wanted to go home, but he didn't. And standin' next to him was a cat who went unsung, even though he did sing.

I'm talkin' about the center of the whole thing from my point of view, and that, of course, was Mr. Dan Akroy. So we'd like to lay this little eczema-s thing on you, man. And it's written by Mr. Melcharmé, but the publishing is owned by Mr. Paul McCutton.

Which is bizarre, because then if you want to sing K-Jude or yesterday, that's owned by Michael J. So you don't know which beloved hen is getting greased, if you know what I mean. And I mean that.