| Lyrics: | The Twelve Gifts of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to
me
A Japanese transistor radio.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to
me
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's a
Nakashuma.)
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar book
with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor
radio.
(It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)
On the fourth
day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book
with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor
radio.
(And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it,
so you can listen right
through the case.)
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A statue
of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A
calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese
transistor radio.
(And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you
can stick in your
ear, and a thing on the other end
that you can't stick anywhere, because it's
bent.)
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A hammered aluminum
nutcracker,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the
seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with
fringe all around it,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor
radio.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An indoor plastic
birdbath,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the
ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
And a
Japanese transistor radio.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A
chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
And a Japanese transistor
radio.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An automatic
vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television,
but not when you get it
home,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, although it
may seem strange,
On the twelfth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange:
An automatic
vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television,
but not when you get it
home,
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
A pair of teakwood
shower clogs,
An indoor plastic birdbath,
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with
fringe all around it,
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
A statue of a lady, with a clock
where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name
of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor
radio.
Merry Christmas everybody |
