by Fyodor » 01 Dec 2019 14:30
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS (REDNECK VERSION)
IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS WHEN ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE
NOT A CREATURE WAS STIRRING NOT EVEN A MOUSE.
THE STOCKINGS WERE HUNG FROM THE GUNVAULT WITH CARE
IN HOPE THAT ST. NICHOLAS SOON WOULD BE THERE.
MY LADY IN HER NIGHTGOWN AN ME IN MY CAP
HAD JUST SETTLED DOWN FOR A LONG WINTER`S NAP.
SUDDENLY UP ON THE ROOF THERE AROSE SUCH A CLATTER
THAT I GOT OUT OF BED TO EXAMINE THE MATTER.
BUT FIRST I REACHED OUT FOR THE GUN BY MY BED
TO PUMP THE INTRUDER GUT FULL OF LEAD.
I SNEAKED OUT THE DOOR AND ON TO THE LAWN
THOSE HOUSEBREAKING BASTARDS HAD SEEN THEIR LAST DAWN.
OUT IN THE MOONLIGHT SEVEN SHADOWS I SAW.
THERE WAS NO TIME FOR THINKING, I DROPPED TO THE FLOOR.
„BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG“ AND „BANG“
THROUGH THE COLD WINTERS NIGHT MY TRUSTY 12-GAUGE SANG.
DOWN FROM THE ROOF FELL SEVEN DEAD CROOKS.
I CROSSED OVER THE DRIVE TO TAKE A GOOD LOOK.
SIX REINDEER IS WAS AND A FAT GUY IN RED.
A STRANGE BUNCH OF VILLAINS, BUT NOW THEY WERE DEAD.
SO I WENT BACK TO BED FULL OF CHRISTMAS´GOOD CHEAR
I ENFORCED LAW AND ORDER AND KEPT MY CHILDREN FROM FEAR.
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