Lenny & The Squigtones

In person, here they are, Lenny and the Squirtos. Christmas is a special time for everybody. Be they rich or poor, pretty or ugly. Okay, then he's thinking of jumping up here on the stage.

Remember, we can get pretty ugly. It was Christmas Eve night at the poor house. And all of the poor bers' waters I stepped in because it was snowing And snow always screws up my head But a potbellied store, said a potbellied man He spoke with some lumps in his throat His story was sad and his diction was bad.

And here is the song that he wrote. I once was the jollyest fat man With roses in all of my cheeks. I'd load up my sled every Christmas And go on a drunk for two weeks.

My friend said they saw me on rooftops and sliding Mountion is at dawn. With my reindeer in hand, I would glide across the land and wake up on somebody's lawn. One morning my wife left this message.

Each Christmas I've spent by myself. I'm sick of your stupid traditions, so I've run off to Spain with her elf. Justin the old man's already dying. His queen made a lord take my soul. We went through his wallet to see who he was.

His address read simply, North Pole. Go the next time you go buy out of poor house. If buy out of poor house you go. Just take off your hat to a dead guy who's fat.

And whisper a silent hoe hoe.