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Jingle Jangle Blurt
The stockings are hung, but they’re full of sass,
Grandma’s spiked eggnog knocked me flat on my—glass.
The fiddle’s a-squealin’, the horns start to bray,
It’s a jingle jangle Christmas in a most peculiar way.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s holly, it’s folly, it’s family cheer,
With the sound of trombones and some junkyard gear.
We’re laughing, we’re clashing, it’s a festive melee,
A jingle jangle Christmas, in a most peculiar way!
[Verse 2]
Uncle Joe’s accordion wheezes and groans,
A duet with the turkey—both out of tone.
The cat’s in the tinsel, the dog’s in the stew,
It’s a Christmas catastrophe, but what can you do?
[Prechorus]
Pass the pie, pass the pudding, pass the blame,
Who lit the tree on fire? Nobody’s naming names.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s holly, it’s folly, it’s family cheer,
With the sound of trombones and some junkyard gear.
We’re laughing, we’re clashing, it’s a festive melee,
A jingle jangle Christmas, in a most peculiar way!
[Bridge]
The snow’s falling down in a crooked refrain,
Like a fiddler drunk on a candy cane.
The sleigh bells are rusty, the reindeer went astray,
But the chaos feels perfect—it’s our family’s way.
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By OGMediaThe stockings are hung, but they’re full of sass,
Grandma’s spiked eggnog knocked me flat on my—glass.
The fiddle’s a-squealin’, the horns start to bray,
It’s a jingle jangle Christmas in a most peculiar way.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s holly, it’s folly, it’s family cheer,
With the sound of trombones and some junkyard gear.
We’re laughing, we’re clashing, it’s a festive melee,
A jingle jangle Christmas, in a most peculiar way!
[Verse 2]
Uncle Joe’s accordion wheezes and groans,
A duet with the turkey—both out of tone.
The cat’s in the tinsel, the dog’s in the stew,
It’s a Christmas catastrophe, but what can you do?
[Prechorus]
Pass the pie, pass the pudding, pass the blame,
Who lit the tree on fire? Nobody’s naming names.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s holly, it’s folly, it’s family cheer,
With the sound of trombones and some junkyard gear.
We’re laughing, we’re clashing, it’s a festive melee,
A jingle jangle Christmas, in a most peculiar way!
[Bridge]
The snow’s falling down in a crooked refrain,
Like a fiddler drunk on a candy cane.
The sleigh bells are rusty, the reindeer went astray,
But the chaos feels perfect—it’s our family’s way.