Christmas Italian Style coming from an Irishman
> >
> > Twas the night before Christmas,
> > Da whole house was mella,
> > Not a creature was stirrin',
> > Cuz I had a gun unda da pilla.
> >
> > When up on da roof
> > I heard somethin' pound,
> > I sprung to da window,
> > To scream, "YO! Keep it down!"
> >
> > When what to my
> > Wanderin' eyes should appear,
> > But da Don of all elfs,
> > And eight friggin' reindeer!
> > Wit' slicked back black hair,
> > And a silk red suit,
> > don Christopher wuz here,
> > And he brought da loot!
> >
> > Wit' a slap to dare snouts,
> > And a yank on dare manes,
> > He cursed and he shouted,
> > And he called dem by name.
> >
> > "Yo Tony, Yo Frankie,
> > Yo Vinny, Yo Vito,
> > Ay Joey, Ay Paulie,
> > Ay Pepe, Ay Guido!"
> >
> > As I drew out my gun
> > And hid by da bed,
> > He flew troo da winda
> > And slapped me 'side da head.
> >
> > "What da #### you doin'
> > Pullin' a gun on da Don?
> > Now all you're gettin' is coal,
> > You friggin' moron!"
> >
> > Den pointin' a fat finga
> > Right unda my nose,
> > He twisted his pinky ring,
> > And up da chimney he rose.
> >
> > He sprang to his sleigh,
> > Obscenities screamin',
> > Away dey all flew,
> > Before he troo dem a beatin'.
> >
> > Den I heard him yell out,
> > What I did least expect,
> > "Merry Friggin' Christmas to all,
> > And yous better show some respect!" |
