The world is icey, the folks are spicy
What may the secret be
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Make a jolly face in that crazy race
No, not a quite place, someone kicks your holy grace
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Yelling face to face, at the fire place
Spit into someones face in a busy market place
It's Christmas time
Not to smile is a terrible crime
It's shopping time
If your'e broke you can still have more wine
Santa has a sleigh that is bigger then mine
But I got my girl and she thinks I'm divine
I will give her gifts as we're standing below
The mistle-toe
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Make a jolly face in that crazy race
No, not a quite place, someone kicks your holy grace
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Yelling face to face, at the fire place
Spit into someones face in a busy market place
The streets are busy, I'm feeling dizzy
What do you think it means
The world is icey, the folks are spicy
What may the secret be
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Make a jolly face in that crazy race
No, not a quite place, someone kicks your holy grace
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Yelling face to face, at the fire place
Spit into someones face in a busy market place
Merry Christmyass
Merry Christmyass
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The world is icey, the folks are spicy
What may the secret be
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Make a jolly face in that crazy race
No, not a quite place, someone kicks your holy grace
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Yelling face to face, at the fire place
Spit into someones face in a busy market place
It's Christmas time
Not to smile is a terrible crime
It's shopping time
If your'e broke you can still have more wine
Santa has a sleigh that is bigger then mine
But I got my girl and she thinks I'm divine
I will give her gifts as we're standing below
The mistle-toe
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Make a jolly face in that crazy race
No, not a quite place, someone kicks your holy grace
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Yelling face to face, at the fire place
Spit into someones face in a busy market place
The streets are busy, I'm feeling dizzy
What do you think it means
The world is icey, the folks are spicy
What may the secret be
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Make a jolly face in that crazy race
No, not a quite place, someone kicks your holy grace
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Yelling face to face, at the fire place
Spit into someones face in a busy market place
Merry Christmyass
Merry Christmyass
What may the secret be
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Make a jolly face in that crazy race
No, not a quite place, someone kicks your holy grace
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Yelling face to face, at the fire place
Spit into someones face in a busy market place
It's Christmas time
Not to smile is a terrible crime
It's shopping time
If your'e broke you can still have more wine
Santa has a sleigh that is bigger then mine
But I got my girl and she thinks I'm divine
I will give her gifts as we're standing below
The mistle-toe
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Make a jolly face in that crazy race
No, not a quite place, someone kicks your holy grace
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Yelling face to face, at the fire place
Spit into someones face in a busy market place
The streets are busy, I'm feeling dizzy
What do you think it means
The world is icey, the folks are spicy
What may the secret be
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Make a jolly face in that crazy race
No, not a quite place, someone kicks your holy grace
Merry Christmyass, happy holidays
Merry Christmyass, crappy folly days
Yelling face to face, at the fire place
Spit into someones face in a busy market place
Merry Christmyass
Merry Christmyass
Writer: Christian Breil, Roy Alfia
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid