Le's talk bout Randolph instead! Frack rudolph!
Randolph the red gunned cowboy
had a very shiney gun
An if you ever saw it
you would turn an run
all the other cowboys
used to laugh an call em names
they never let poor Randolph
join in any cowboy games
Then one snowy Christmas eve
Santa came to say
Randollph wit your gun so bright
won't you shoot my wife tongiht
Then all the other cowboys
Loved him as they shouted out wit glee
Randolph the red gunned cowboy
you'll go down in history
Altogeather now!!
Er how bout the rusty cheverolet??
Oh rust an smoke the heaters broke the door jes blew away.... I light a match to see the dash then I start to pray Hey
Frame is bent the muffler went, the radio it's ok, oh what fun it is to drive my rusty cheverolet.
I went to the IGA to pick up some Christmas cheer, I jes passed up my left front tire an it's gittin hard to steer. I got to git to coscos to pick up the lay a way cause santas clause is comin soon in his big o'l rusty sley
Oh rust an smoke the heaters broke the door jes blew away, I light a match to see the dash then I start to pray hey! Frame is bent the muffler went the radio it's ok, oh what fun it is to drive this rusty cheverolet.
There's more but fur the life of me I cain't recall any of it.
Wow ... that brough back my childhood.....
I'd been telling my wife and kids about this Jingle Bells parody I'd heard once long ago:
My vife says to me
Let's not drive the old coupe
Hitch up once again
The one-horse open sleigh.
The horse vas awful mad
If he could talk he'd say
You'll be sorry you hitched me to
A one-horse open sleigh.
Yingle Bells, Yingle Bells
Yingling all der vay
It ain't fun like it used to be
In a one-horse open sleigh.
Yingle Bells, Yingle Bells
Yingling all der vay
I should have vorn long undervear
In dat one-horse open sleigh.
Dashing through the snow
vith the cold vind in our face
I can't hold that horse
He thinks he's in a race.
He kicks snow on us
It hits us on the chest
I bet that ve're the coldest Swedes
In the whole darn middle vest.
Yingle Bells, Yingle Bells
Yingling all der vay
My vife sure hates sleigh bells since
She rode that one-horse sleigh.
Yingle Bells, Yingle Bells
Yingling all der vay
We're too old for riding in
A one-horse open sleigh.
Night is awful dark
Can't see beyond my nose
I can't blink my eyes
My eyeballs must be froze.
I can't hear my vife yell
I can't see her face
I guess I must have lost her
Vhen ve turned at Yohnson's place.
Yingle Bells, Yingle Bells
Yingling all der vay
I nearly caught pneumonia
In that one-horse open sleigh.
Yingle Bells, Yingle Bells
Yingling all der vay
I wouldn't make brass monkeys ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
Sung by Yogi Jorgesson
when I was in ninth grade a friend of mine wrote this version of Rudolph--
Dahmer the canibal psycho
Was a very hungry man
And if you ever met him
He would probably eat your hand
All of the other psychos
used to laugh and call him gay
So he chopped all their heads of
He ate them frozen and flambe!
Then one foggy evening when
The neighbors smelled the scent
The cops were called, they came for him
And off to jail he went
oh, Dahmer the cannibal psycho
You truly are a mystery
All because you ate humans
You'll go down in history!