| lyrics or other text: | holidays my ass words & music by nappy martin
the first few weeks of winter
are a jolly time for all
sleigh bells ring, children sing
friends and neighbors call
and if you are lucky enough to have them
all off work, or out of school
be joyful your vacation, from there it’s up to your nation
brand new scarves and britches, cookies for little snitches
toys, or coal and switches, fast away they’ll pass
your season may be chanuka, or christmastime or kwanzaa
but let’s agree on one thing:
holidays my ass
catalogues and discount flyers fill the sanitation pyres
all reduced to embers each twenty-sixth of December
serve eggnog, ale or spritzen, save some for donner and blitzen
and dedicate your kitchen to memories that last
let kwame have his kwanzaa, and harvey have his chanuka,
for me, the tide be christmas:
holidays my ass
holidays my ass
holidays my ass
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