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Chipmunks Roasting on an Open Fire
Co-wrote with my daughter Kimberly. Vocal and rhythm guitar by me; fiddle and harmonica by my friend Dan Doshier (Zions Music & Books, Central Point, OR).
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» highest in sub-genre: # 27 (2,573 songs currently listed in Pop > Christmas/Seasonal) » today's position: # 1338 in Pop
» today's position in sub-genre: # 278 in Christmas/Seasonal
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CHIPMUNKS ROASTING ON AN OPEN FIRE
--J. Wrabek & Kimberly Koops-Wrabek
Chipmunks roasting on an open fire,
Bluebirds nipping at your nose,
Yuletide carolers being hung from a wire
And folks pissed off at Eskimos;
Ev'rybody knows
The turkeys ate the mistletoe;
Birds that dumb deserve to die;
And tiny tots that to bed will not go
Will join them, later on tonight.
You see, there's someone on her way
And she got lots of toys and goodies to display,
And any little eyes that try to spy
Will see if children really know how to fly...
And so I'm offering this warning once,
In case you haven't got a clue:
Get your asses to bed
Or you'll wish you were dead--
Merry Christmas to you.
[SHORT INSTRUMENTAL BREAK, THEN REPEAT VERSE TO END]
(c) 2007 J. Wrabek & K. Koops-Wrabek. All the usual rights reserved just in case. No animals were harmed in the writing of this song.
--J. Wrabek & Kimberly Koops-Wrabek
Chipmunks roasting on an open fire,
Bluebirds nipping at your nose,
Yuletide carolers being hung from a wire
And folks pissed off at Eskimos;
Ev'rybody knows
The turkeys ate the mistletoe;
Birds that dumb deserve to die;
And tiny tots that to bed will not go
Will join them, later on tonight.
You see, there's someone on her way
And she got lots of toys and goodies to display,
And any little eyes that try to spy
Will see if children really know how to fly...
And so I'm offering this warning once,
In case you haven't got a clue:
Get your asses to bed
Or you'll wish you were dead--
Merry Christmas to you.
[SHORT INSTRUMENTAL BREAK, THEN REPEAT VERSE TO END]
(c) 2007 J. Wrabek & K. Koops-Wrabek. All the usual rights reserved just in case. No animals were harmed in the writing of this song.

