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I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA DO, I'M UP A CREEK WITH NO CANOE. IT'S CHRISTMAS AND BUTT HEAD'S GONE AWAY. Gone away. HE'S ON THE LAKE WITH HIS SKIDOO, THERE'S NOTHIN' MORE THAT I CAN DO BUT HOPE HE BECOMES A WOLF BUFFET. Wolf buffet. HE OFTEN BREAKS THE GOLDEN RULE, THE MAN IS STUBBORN AS A MULE. WHAT I NEED I CAN'T GET THROUGH HIS HEAD. Butt head. I MUST BE SPEAKIN' CHEROKEE, CAUSE WHEN I LOOK AT HIM I SEE, THE WHEEL IS TURNIN' BUT THE HAMSTER IS DEAD. Real dumb. WHEN WE GOT HITCHED WE WERE HAPPY AS A GOPHER IN SOFT DIRT. WE LAUGHED AND CRIED BUT MOSTLY WE DID SHOTS. Peach Schnaaps. NOW AFTER TEN YEARS OF MARRIAGE MY THOUGHTS I WILL NOT SKIRT. IF HE DROPPED DEAD I'D DRINK A COLD LABATT'S. Or two. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA DO, I'M UP A CREEK WITH NO CANOE. THE LAST STRAW, HE'S GONE FROM PUSH TO SHOVE. Shove off. IT'S SO DANG SIMPLE, YES IT'S TRUE, HE'D HAVE ME BACK IF HE JUST KNEW, ALL I ASK FOR CHRISTMAS, ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS, ALL I NEED FOR CHRISTMAS IS LOVE. |