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Johnny Wilde
» genre:
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Alternative Country
» location:
Johnny Wilde
» label: unsigned
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It's A Skid Row Christmas
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Christmas ain't just for the wealthy --
Silver Bells parody
Take charge
Charts position
» highest in charts: # 9 (19,361 songs currently listed in Comedy)
» highest in sub-genre: # 1 (1,055 songs currently listed in Comedy > Parody)
» highest in sub-genre: # 1 (1,055 songs currently listed in Comedy > Parody)
About the song
Another cheerful Christmas tune
Lyrics
City alleys, dirty alleys
Dressed in shabby red felt
In the air
There's an odor
of urine
Crack heads laughing
Gas is passing
Bums for miles after miles
And on ev'ry street corner you'll hear
What the hell, Santa smells
It looks like he’s been out drinking
His ding-a-ling, is turning green
Where in the hell has he been?
Broken street lights
Even stop lights
Blink a bright red and green
As the hop heads rush
back to their dumpsters
Hear the sirens
Bad environs
And Santa’s being obscene
And above all this bustle
You'll hear
What the hell, Santa smells
It looks like he’s been out drinking
His ding-a-ling, is turning green
Where in the hell has he been
Dressed in shabby red felt
In the air
There's an odor
of urine
Crack heads laughing
Gas is passing
Bums for miles after miles
And on ev'ry street corner you'll hear
What the hell, Santa smells
It looks like he’s been out drinking
His ding-a-ling, is turning green
Where in the hell has he been?
Broken street lights
Even stop lights
Blink a bright red and green
As the hop heads rush
back to their dumpsters
Hear the sirens
Bad environs
And Santa’s being obscene
And above all this bustle
You'll hear
What the hell, Santa smells
It looks like he’s been out drinking
His ding-a-ling, is turning green
Where in the hell has he been