Tiny Carol of the Bells

[Blitzen]

Hark Moving Sale,
wee Moving Sale,
he gripes all day,
can’t get his way.
Christmas is here,
he’s drunk on beer,
short, bald and old,
stinking of mold.

--Ding dong ding dong,
he knows he’s wrong,
always suing
always suing.

He’s short and weird
words of foul cheer
Blacks everywhere
cocks in the air.
Oh how they pound,
his ass in the ground,
o'er hill and dale,
plunging his tail.
Gay is his thing
makes his heart sing
songs of vile cheer,
fat, tiny queer.

Tiny, angry, tiny lawyer,
Tiny, angry, tiny lawyer.

He will defend,
drunks without end,
crashing while stoned,
wrecks every home.

Ding dong ding... dong!