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A Christmas Carol

A certain someone (who shall remain nameless, but she knows who she is) asked on Faceborg for someone to come up with alternate lyrics for "Ding Dong Merrily on High" so that if she can't get the tune out of her head she'll at least have something different to sing along with.

So I did.

Christmas? Whatthefuck and why
Are these fucktards singing?
Christmas? ohmygod just die
Pain to my ears, you're bringing!
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck-a me! I hate these Chrissie carols!


Anyone else want to come up a different versions for a poor, earwormed young lady?

*evil grin*

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lirion
Dec. 10th, 2010 06:12 am (UTC)
*twitch* Never mind the lyrics you got the tune stuck in my head!
So I found inspiration in your location and went and listened to Only 19. Much better.
halloranelder
Dec. 10th, 2010 11:30 am (UTC)
Oops, sorry!

Do you believe me?
lirion
Dec. 10th, 2010 12:54 pm (UTC)
How about this, I'll believe it wasn't deliberate but that you are cackling with glee that it occurred? :P
halloranelder
Dec. 10th, 2010 03:31 pm (UTC)
Bingo!
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