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DmI once knew two sisters whosCe name it was FChristmas And one was named DDmawn of course, the other Cone was named FEve I wDmonder if they grew up hCating the sFeason Of the gFood will that lasts 'til the feast of St. Stephen
For thFat is the time to eat, drCink, and be mFerry 'Til the bCeer is all spFilled and the whCiskey has flFowed And the whFole family tree you neglCected to bFury Are fCeeding their fFaces untCil they explDmode
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There'll be lDmaughter and tCears over tFia mariCas Washed dFown with that drink made from gCirders 'Cause it's Dmall we've got lCeft as they drDmaw their last brCeath And it's nDmice for the kCids, as you fDminally get rFid of them BbIn the St. Stephen's Day mCurdeFrs
Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticize The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize His gin-flavoured whiskers and kisses of sherry His best crimble shirt slung out over the shop While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly His face closes in like an old cold pork chop Chorus
And the cDmarcass of the bCeast left Fover from the fCeast May stFill be found hCaunting the kitchen And there's lDmife in it yCet, we may lDmive to regrCet When the Fones that we poisoned stop twCitchin'
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