Yingle Bells

My wife says to me, Let's not drive the old coupé It's up once again The one horse open sleigh The horse must awful mad If he could talk it's safe You'll be sorry You hit me to a one horse open sleigh The Inglebounce, the Inglebounce, the Ingleing all the way It ain't fun like it used to be in a round horse open sleigh

The Inglebounce, the Inglebounce, the Ingleing all the way I should have worn long underwear in the round horse open sleigh Dashing through the snow With the cold wind in our face I can't hold the horse He thinks he's in a race He kicks snow on us It hits us on the shears About that weird, a cold, a sweet And the whole learned middle verse

A Ingle Bells, Ingle Bells, Engling all the way My wife sure hates laybells since she roamed at one horse lay Ingle Bells, Ingle Bells, Engleing all the way We're too old for riding in a one horse open sleigh It is awful dark, Can't see beyond man knows I can't blink my eyes My eyeballs must be froze

I can't tear my vifial I can't see her face I guess I must have lost her When we turned at the nonsense place A yingle bells, yingle bells, yingling all the way A nearly caught pneumonia in that run for a spore punch lay A yingle bell, a yingle bell, the angling all of a

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