Nuttin' Fer Christmas

You'll see, well Johnny is a little bright I'm about to tell his hun Well to learn you're a dark pussy cat I'm about to tell his hun Who's called the cat to shift your gears Johnny, grab the pink and shoes Cut off your tailbone on your ears I'm about to tell his hun

He's getting up for Christmas He's getting up you bet Nut, what's I took him out to die? I'm gonna tell you's high, don't tell me His table matters, we're a crime I'm gonna tell you's high, don't tell me Mashing taters with his toes Pouring gravy on my clothes Shove the string beans on my nose

I'm gonna tell you's high, don't tell me He's getting nut for Christmas He's getting up on you bed Nuts to Christmas Again, not in the Christmas Again, not in the Christmas I get up in this Christmas seat I said Johnny on my knee I'm gonna tan his hand Oh, wait, is he towing with bon boots and beets?

I'm gonna tan his hand That's one top time For God, my face was red, my ears were hot friends of sure did learn a lot I'm a motor that is on the door too He's getting home to the people for Christmas I'm home