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Christmas Carols/Songs
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I tried yesterday to post the uncensored version but I guess youtube won't allow that video to be shared.
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I love how that one builds up...
"Last time I checked, not too many songs feature the xylaphone, And I'd be doing myself a disservice -- and every member of this band, if I didn’t perform the HELL out of this!!"
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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through
the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
That’s because Al Gore had been through the
place,
Taking out every light bulb, and heater of space.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of thermostats danced in their
heads.
Their breath was all frosty, above their pink
faces,
As they dreamed about heating their now frigid
spaces.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Seems Al Gore was back, and he wasn’t quite
done,
He’d taken the light - and was after the fun.
“These toys are a horror; they’ll heat up the
planet!”
Give the kids eco-toys, like a nice piece of
granite!”
Gore zipped through the house shoving toys in his
box,
And leaving behind him, a pile of rocks.
Al Gore was relentless, the kids forced to listen,
He filled them with fears, and with zeal for his
mission.
He bored them to silence with chart after chart,
And he drilled them until they knew factoids by
heart.
Poor Gaia is warming! Mankind is to blame,
And chastising Man is my one claim to fame!
I’m Gaia’s high priest here, and you all are
scum,
I’m saving the planet, by freezing your bum.
But one of the boys asked about Al Gore’s house,
Was it darkened and cold, was there no light to
douse?
And that was when Al Gore grew bright red with
anger,
He knew his hypocrisy posed a great danger.
I don’t live as you do, I’m rich and you’re
not!
Yes I own several houses, and heat them a lot!
Yes I cook all my food, and am a frequent flier,
But I’m working for Gaia, and you’re a
denier!
Then he hopped in his jet, and called to his
crew,
Get a move on it boys, there’s much more to do.
We’re not gonna stop ‘till the whole world is
dark,
We’re banning and taxing out every last spark!
On Hansen! On Wigley! On Trenberth! On Tony!
On Schneider! On Nancy, On Boxer! On Arnie!
Strap yourselves in, and bring all the charts,
There are children to brainwash, in all the
world’s parts!
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the lawn,
The roar of jet engines, and Al Gore was gone.
But he did leave a present, I noted forsooth;
On rich glossy paper, his version of truth.
Away in the distance, he flew in his Lear,
But borne on the wind, we all could still hear,
His laughter and joy at the darkness he’d sown,
And the thought of the children all playing with
stone.
the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
That’s because Al Gore had been through the
place,
Taking out every light bulb, and heater of space.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of thermostats danced in their
heads.
Their breath was all frosty, above their pink
faces,
As they dreamed about heating their now frigid
spaces.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Seems Al Gore was back, and he wasn’t quite
done,
He’d taken the light - and was after the fun.
“These toys are a horror; they’ll heat up the
planet!”
Give the kids eco-toys, like a nice piece of
granite!”
Gore zipped through the house shoving toys in his
box,
And leaving behind him, a pile of rocks.
Al Gore was relentless, the kids forced to listen,
He filled them with fears, and with zeal for his
mission.
He bored them to silence with chart after chart,
And he drilled them until they knew factoids by
heart.
Poor Gaia is warming! Mankind is to blame,
And chastising Man is my one claim to fame!
I’m Gaia’s high priest here, and you all are
scum,
I’m saving the planet, by freezing your bum.
But one of the boys asked about Al Gore’s house,
Was it darkened and cold, was there no light to
douse?
And that was when Al Gore grew bright red with
anger,
He knew his hypocrisy posed a great danger.
I don’t live as you do, I’m rich and you’re
not!
Yes I own several houses, and heat them a lot!
Yes I cook all my food, and am a frequent flier,
But I’m working for Gaia, and you’re a
denier!
Then he hopped in his jet, and called to his
crew,
Get a move on it boys, there’s much more to do.
We’re not gonna stop ‘till the whole world is
dark,
We’re banning and taxing out every last spark!
On Hansen! On Wigley! On Trenberth! On Tony!
On Schneider! On Nancy, On Boxer! On Arnie!
Strap yourselves in, and bring all the charts,
There are children to brainwash, in all the
world’s parts!
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the lawn,
The roar of jet engines, and Al Gore was gone.
But he did leave a present, I noted forsooth;
On rich glossy paper, his version of truth.
Away in the distance, he flew in his Lear,
But borne on the wind, we all could still hear,
His laughter and joy at the darkness he’d sown,
And the thought of the children all playing with
stone.
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Letterman supported all the same local session musicians with this “Christmas Bonus” for many years. Interesting to see how they changed.
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