Scoubidou
((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953))
Composer(s): Allan Lewis
Performer(s): Dalida - 1959

Versions In Other Languages:
1959 - Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires) (Sacha Distel)
1959 - Äpfel Und Birnen (Dalida)



Scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou
Io l'incontrai ad un cocktail
Lui mi chiese Mademoiselle
Che cosa fa per vivere
E cosi' riposi allor
'Io vendo pere e mele' e poi scoubidou bi ou a
Pere mele e poi scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou
Danzammo insieme al cabaret
E fino all'alba delle tre
Parlando sempre con calor di frutta e dell'amor
Con lui assai bene mi trovai
Ed in casa mi installai
Ma pranzo cena e a desinar gli davo da mangiar
La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a
Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou
Qualunque cosa a esagerar
Finirebbe per stancar
Le frutta rendon con l'amor più deboli di cuor
Mi disse alfine di partir
Ed io finsi di svenir
Ma lui grido' non son per me i tipi come te
La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a
Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou
scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a
Adamo ed Eva al mondo inter
Han svelato già il mister
E meglio sempre soli star piuttosto che mangiar
La pere le mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a
Pere mele e dei scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou a scoubidou bi ou a
Scoubidou bi ou a

Santa Bring My Baby Back (To Me)
Composer(s): Claude Demetrius; Aaron Schroeder
First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists



(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)

I don't need a lot of presents
To make my Christmas bright
I just need my baby's arms
Wound around me tight
Uh-ho, Santa hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me

(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)

The Christmas tree is ready
The candles all aglow
But with my Baby far away
What good is mistletoe
Uh-ho, Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me

(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)

Please make these reindeer hurry
Well the time is drawing near
It sure won't seem like Christmas
Unless my Baby's here
Don't fill my sock with candy
Or no bright and shiny toy
You wanna make me happy
And fill my heart with joy
Then Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me

(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)

Please make these reindeer hurry
Well the time is drawing near
It sure won't seem like Christmas
Unless my Baby's here
Don't you fill my sock with candy
Or no bright and shiny toy
You wanna make me happy and fill my heart with joy
Then Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me

(Santa, bring my Baby back to me)
(Santa, bring my Baby back)

Then Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me

Äpfel Und Birnen
((Adapted from: Apples, Peaches And Cherries (Peggy Lee) - 1953))
Composer(s): Allan Lewis - Michael
Performer(s): Dalida - 1959

Versions In Other Languages: 
1959 - Scoubidou (Pommes Et Poires) (Sacha Distel)
1959 - Scoubidou (Italian Version) (Dalida)



Am rond-point sprach ein mann mich an
Als ich mein Büro verliess
Und fragt ob ich ihm sagen kann
Was isst man in Paris

Am liebsten Äpfel und Birnen
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a
Äpfel Äpfel birnen birnen
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a scoubidoubidou

Der Vorschlag schien ihm originell
Und hat ihn so interessiert
Dass er mich darauf ganz formell
Am abend ausgeführt

In einem netten restaurant
Hat er mein menü erprobt
Das er ganz ausgezeichnet fand
Und nun begeistert lobt

Wie schön sind Äpfel und Birnen
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a
Äpfel Äpfel Birnen Birnen
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a scoubidoubidou

Und weil es ihm so herrlich schmeckt
Macht er täglich diese kur
Bis er dann voller schreck entdeckt
Es schadet der figur

Es sei ja ab und zu ganz schön
Wenn man süss früchte hat
Doch müsse er mir eingestehn
Auch früchte machen satt

Nicht immer Äpfel und Birnen 
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a
Äpfel Äpfel Birnen Birnen
Und dann scoubidoubidou-a
Scoubidoubidou-a, scoubidoubidou-a
Scoubidoubidou - aha

Santa Baby
Composer(s): Joan Javits; Tony Springer; Philip Springer
First release by: Eartha Kitt - 1953
Covered by multiple other artists



Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me      
I've been an awful good girl      
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight          
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight

Scotch And Soda 
Composer(s): Dave Guard
First release by: The Kingston Trio - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists



Scotch and soda, mud in your eye
Baby, do I feel high, oh, me, oh, my 
Do I feel high
Dry martini, jigger of gin
Oh, what a spell you've got me in, oh, my 
Do I feel high
People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do 
and still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my 
Do I feel high

People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do 
and still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin', baby 
I feel high 

Paris
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



J'adore le ciel de Paris
J'adore cette fille de bandit
Qui se balade en guêpière
Quand je retourne en enfer

Mon capital de bas noirs
Tu changes de fille tous les soirs
Et dans les bulles de cristal
Me balances les fleurs du mal

Tu me manques terriblement
Tu me manques passionnément
Tu me manques, c'est fascinant
Paris, t'es si belle encore
Paris, tu changes de décor
Paris, tu ressembles à personne

Ma capitale de douleur
Vienne la nuit, sonne l'heure
Un rouge baiser, un miroir
Tout redevient provisoire

Paris, t'as des yeux gris-bleus
T'es plutôt brune à mes yeux
Entre Desnos et Prévert
Tu choisis Apollinaire

Tu me manques terriblement
Tu me manques passionnément
Tu me manques, c'est fascinant
Paris, t'es si belle encore
Paris, tu changes de décor
Paris, tu ressembles à personne

Je t'aime, ma fille de faubourg
Avec tes chansons d'amour
Je t'aime, vipère du trottoir
Plumant le micheton dans le noir

Mon ange exterminateur
T'es dure avec le malheur
Tu fais de cadeaux à personne
Et là, Paris, tu déconnes

Tu me manques terriblement
Tu me manques passionnément
Tu me manques, c'est fascinant
Paris, t'es si belle encore
Paris, tu changes de décor
Paris, tu ressembles à personne

Paris, j'veux pas qu'on t'épouse
Reste infidèle et jalouse
Paris, tu ressembles à personne

Santa's On His Way
Composer(s): Dave Anthony; Bill Phillips
Performer(s): George Strait;
Kitty Wells; Bob Wills


Christmas is always my favorite time of year
Sleighbell’s ringin’ jingle lingin’
Christmas time is near
Can’t wait to build a snowman
And play outside all day
Nothing could be better
I gotta write a letter
Santa’s on his way

Christmas time is always
A special time of year
A time for joy and happiness
And lots of Christmas cheer

Can’t wait to decorate the tree
That we brought home today
Nothin’ could be better
I gotta write a letter
Santa’s on his way

Christmas time is always
A special time of year
A time for joy and happiness
And lots of Christmas cheer

So have a very Merry Christmas
And a jolly happy day
Nothin’ could be better
I gotta write a letter
Santa’s on his way

Santa’s on his way
Santa’s on his way

Scorn Not His Simplicity
Composer(s): Phil Coulter; Bill Martin
Performer(s): Phil Coulter
and multiple other artists



See the child
With the golden hair
Yet eyes that show the emptiness inside
Do we know
Can we understand just how he feels
Or have we really tried

See him now
As he stands alone
And watches children play a children's game
Simple child
He looks almost like the others
Yet they know he's not the same

Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no

See him stare
Not recognizing the kind face
That only yesterday he loved
The loving face
Of a mother who can't understand what she's been guilty of

How she cried, tears of happiness
the day the doctor told her it's a boy
Now she cries tears of helplessness
and thinks of all the things he can't enjoy

Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no

Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He won't ask for your pity or your sympathy
But surely you should care

Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no

Santa And The Doodle-Li-Boop
Composer(s): Alan Abel
Performer(s): Art Carney


Once upon a time there was a little boy named Tommy
one day he wrote a letter to Santa Claus up in the North Pole
and said:"Dear Santa I've been a good little boy all year
so I am writing you now to say

All I want for Christmas is a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop
All I want for Christmas is a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop"

When Santa read the letter he was very much surprised because
he hadn't had anyone asking for a Doodle-li-Boop in a long time
It was the day before Christmas, so he went to the toy factory
and went looking for a Doodle-li-Boop, he looked high and
he looked low but there was no single Doodle-li-Boop in sight
Santa went through the toy factory singing

"Has anybody seen a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop?
Has anybody seen a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop?"

When none of his helpers know where there might be a Doodle-li-Boop in sight
so Santa went home slowly and sadly, singing

"Oh, where, oh where is a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop?
Oh, where, oh where is a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop?"

When Santa came home, Mrs. Santa Claus opened the door and said to him
"Santa you look so tired and unhappy 
What's wrong?"

Santa said
"Little Tommy asked for a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop
Little Tommy asked for a Doodle-li-Boop, Doop billy-bee-ala, Doodle-li-Boop"

"But there's none in sight anywhere and it's almost time for delivering my Christmas toys" 
Why don't you look into the closet?
Said Mrs. Santa Claus
With a start Santa jumped up and ran over to the closet, opened the door
and out came hundreds of Doodle-li-Boops
picking one up and putting it quickly in his bag
Santa went on his way to deliver his Christmas toys, singing

"Little Tommy is gonna get a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop
Little Tommy is gonna get a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop, a Doodle-li-Boop

Scooby Doo
Composer(s): Joseph Barbera; Hoyt Curtin; William Hanna
Performer(s): Purple Hearts
and multiple other artists



Hey Scooby!

Scooby-scooby-doo, looking for you
Scooby-scooby-doo, where are you
(Over here)

All the stars'll be, waiting for you
Couldn't have a show without ya

Scooby Scoobidy-doo
Scooby Scoobidy-doo

La la la la la....

Scooby Scoobidy-doo

Hey Scooby!
Where are you?
Over here!

Sant Josep I La Mare De Deu
(Traditional)


Sant Josep i la mare de Deu 
Feren companyia bona
Partien de Natzaret
Natzaret a la bona hora
"Don dorondon", la Mare canta i
el Fillet dorm

No troben posada enlloo
De tant que la gent es pobre
Si no es un barraconet
To ple de joncs i de boga
"Don dorondon", la Mare canta i
el Fillet dorm

Sant Josep va a cercar foc
A la ciutat i no en troba
Quan Sant Josep fou tornat
Deslliurada en fou l'Esposa
"Don dorondon", la Mare canta i
el Fillet dorm

Scissor Man
Composer(s): Andy Partridge
First release by: XTC - 1979
Covered by: Primus - 1998



Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Putting end to evil doers games
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Maybe you are in his book of names
Maybe you are in his book of names

So be kind and helpful to your mother
Just think twice before you try and steal
When he cuts with sticky silver snippers
You may find the wounds will never heal

All self made bad boys
If you refuse to believe he exist
You won't be frightened when you find out
You're on his list
You're on his list
You're on his list

So be good and never poison people
Just think twice before the deed is done
When you wake up guilty in the morning
You may find important pieces gone

Pardons
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Jacques Vigouroux
Performer(s): Jacques Brel



Pardon pour cette fille 
Que l'on a fait pleurer 
Pardon pour ce regard 
Que l'on quitte en riant 
Pardon pour ce visage 
Qu'une larme a changé 
Pardon pour ces maisons 
Où quelqu'un nous attend 
Et puis pour tous ces mots 
Que l'on dit mots d'amour 
Et que nous employons 
En guise de monnaie 
Et pour tous les serments 
Qui meurent au petit jour 
Pardon pour les jamais 
Pardon pour les toujours 
  
Pardon de ne plus voir 
Les choses comme elles sont 
Pardon d'avoir voulu 
Oublier nos vingt ans 
Pardon d'avoir laissé 
S'oublier nos leçons 
Pardon de renoncer 
A nos renoncements 
Et puis de se terrer 
Au milieu de sa vie 
Et puis de préférer 
Le salaire de Judas 
Pardon pour l'amitié 
Pardon pour les amis 
  
Pardon pour les hameaux 
Qui ne chantent jamais 
Pardon pour les villages 
Que l'on a oubliés 
Pardon pour les cités 
Où nul ne se connaît 
Pardon pour les pays 
Faits de sous-officiers 
Pardons d'être de ceux 
Qui se foutent de tout 
Et de ne pas avoir 
Chaque jour essayé 
Et puis pardon encore 
Et puis pardon surtout 
De ne jamais savoir 
Qui doit nous pardonner

Same Old Lang Syne
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg; Mari L. McCarthy; Jim Wilson



Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling, Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve

She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried

We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totalled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged

We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a sixpack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how

She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie

I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure 
If I saw doubt or gratitude

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another 'auld lang syne'...

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away

Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain
The snow turned into rain

Science Fiction/Double Feature
Composer(s): Richard O'Brien
Performer(s): Richard O'Brien
and multiple other artists



Michael Rennie was ill 
The Day the Earth Stood Still
But he told us where we stand
And Flash Gordon was there in silver underwear
Claude Rains was The Invisible Man
Then something went wrong for Fay Wray and King Kong
They got caught in a celluloid jam
Then at a deadly pace, It Came From Outer Space
And this is how the message ran.....

Science fiction (Ooh-ooh-ooh) double feature
Doctor X (Ooh-ooh-ooh) will build a creature
See androids fighting (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Brad and Janet
Anne Francis stars in (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Forbidden Planet
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
At the late night, double feature, picture show

I knew Leo G. Carroll was over a barrel
When Tarantula took to the hills
And I really got hot when I saw Janette Scott
Fight a Triffid that spits poison and kills
Dana Andrews said prunes gave him the runes
And passing them used lots of skills
But When Worlds Collide said George Pal to his bride
I'm gonna give you some terrible thrills
Like a.....

Science fiction (Ooh-ooh-ooh) double feature
Doctor X (Ooh-ooh-ooh) will build a creature
See androids fighting (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Brad and Janet
Anne Francis stars in (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Forbidden Planet
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
At the late night, double feature, picture show
I wanna go, Oh-oh-oh-oh
To the late night, double feature, picture show
By R.K.O., Woh-oh-oh-oh
To the late night, double feature, picture show
In the back row, Oh-oh-oh-oh
To the late night, double feature, picture show

Science fiction, double feature
Frank has built and lost his creature
Darkness has conquered Brad and Janet
The servants gone to a distant planet
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
At the late night, double feature, picture show
I want to go
Oh-oh-oh-oh
To the late night, double feature, picture show

Same Old Christmas
Composer(s): C. Midnight; M. Swersky
Performer(s): Hilary Duff


Rows of angels in the snow
Hugs and kisses by the mistletoe
Sugarplum fairies everywhere
Must be that time of year

Stars that shine on christmas trees
Smoke that curls from chim-i-neys
Rednose reindeer taking flight
And choirs singing O Holy Night

It's the same old, same old Christmas Eve
It's the same old Christmas Day
It's the same old, same old Christmas
But I like it, I like it that way

Another snowman with a button nose
Presents all wrapped up in bows
Friends and neighbors knockin' at my door
Like every Christmas that's come before

It's the same old, same old Christmas Eve
It's the same old Christmas Day
It's the same old, same old Christmas
But I like it, I like it that way

Seasons keep on changin'
The snow will melt away
But everything will be the same again
Next year on Christmas Day
And I like it, I like it that way

Rows of angels in the snow
Hugs and kisses by the mistletoe
Friends and neighbors knockin' at my door
Like every christmas that's come before

It's the same old, same old Christmas Eve
It's the same old Christmas Day
It's the same old, same old Christmas
But I like it, I like it that way

It's the same old, same old Christmas Eve
It's the same old Christmas Day
It's the same old, same old Christmas
But I like it, I like it that way

It's the same old, same old Christmas Eve
It's the same old Christmas Day
It's the same old, same old Christmas
But I like it, I like it that way

It's the same old ..........

Schreeuw In De Nacht 
Performer(s): Liliane Saint-Pierre



Er klinkt een schreeuw in de nacht
Een kreet zo heel onverwacht
Geen venster dat opengaat
Niets beweegt, er is niets hier meer op straat

Het donker grijpt om me heen
M'n lichaam is als versteend
En heel de wereld vergaat
Als ik in m'n hart de angst binnenlaat

Akelige dingen
Zijn me aan 't beklimmen
Ik weet niet eens 
Waarom ik hier loop

Harde koude woorden
Als valse akkoorden
Ik weet niet eens
Wat ik nu ontloop

Ik voel een schreeuw in m'n lijf
Een daarmee weet ik geen blijf
Zo onbeholpen en klein
Want ik had zo graag bij jou willen zijn

Laat mij de wijn doen
Dingen die pijn doen
Ik kan het niet
Ik kan het niet aan

De vertrouwde woorden
Vaak m'n toevlucht hoorde
Nu dynamiet
In rook opgegaan

Er klinkt een schreeuw in de nacht
Een kreet zo heel onverwacht
Die komt gewoon uit m'n lijf
Waarin ik verscheurd en dood achterblijf

Er klinkt een schreeuw in de nacht
Een kreet zo heel onverwacht
Die komt gewoon uit m'n lijf
Waarin ik verscheurd en dood achterblijf

Oooh, er klinkt een schreeuw in de nacht
Een kreet zo heel onverwacht
Oooh, die komt gewoon uit m'n lijf
Waarin ik verscheurd en dood achterblijf

Er klinkt een schreeuw in de nacht
Er klinkt een schreeuw in de nacht

Sailing Home For Christmas
Composer(s): Lewis Anderson
Performer(s): Doug Stone


They looked out their windows
At the ocean that surrounds them
In the service of their country
Sailin' to a foreign shore
Tomorrow will be Christmas
And they wish that they could be home
Their wives and children need them
But their country needs them more

But, they'll be sailin' home for Christmas
Sailin' home for Christmas
Where a welcome candle in the window gleams
They'll be sailin' home for Christmas
Sailin' home for Christmas
Sailin' home for Christmas in their dreams

Tomorrow they'll serve turkey
And they'll sing the Christmas carols
They'll talk about their family
Their mothers and their sons
It's the strangest contradiction
Singin' songs of peace and sharing
As they man the battle weapons
Hopin' war will never come

But, they'll be sailin' home for Christmas
Sailin' home for Christmas
Where a welcome candle in the window gleams
They'll be sailin' home for Christmas
Sailin' home for Christmas
Sailin' home for Christmas in their dreams

Maybe someday they won't have to
Be there anymore
When they all start to live the things
We have Christmas for

They'll be sailin' home for Christmas
Sailin' home for Christmas
Where a welcome candle in the window gleams
They'll be sailin' home for Christmas
Sailin' home for Christmas
Sailin' home for Christmas in their dreams

School's Out
Composer(s): Alice Cooper; Michael Bruce; Glen Buxton; Dennis Dunawa; Neal Smith
First release by: Alice Cooper - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Well, we got no choice
All the girls and boys
Makin' all that noise
'Cause they found new toys
Well, we can't salute ya
Can't find a flag
If that don't suit ya
That's a drag

School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks

Well, we got no class
And we got no principles
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes

School's out for summer
School's out forever
School's been blown to pieces

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer
Out 'til fall
We might not go back at all

School's out forever
School's out for summer
School's out with fever
School's out completely

Rusty Chevrolet
Composer(s): Jim DeCaire; Joe Potila
Performer(s): Da Yoopers; The Deer Hunters


Dashing through the snow in my rusty Chevrolet
Down the road I go, sliding all the way
I need new piston rings 
I need some new snow tires
My car is held together by a piece of chicken wire! 

Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray-ay
The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay
Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet! 

I went to IGA, to get some Christmas cheer
I just passed up my left front tire and it's gettin' hard to steer
Speeding down the highway, right past the county cops
I have to drag my swampers just to get the car to stop

Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray-ay
The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay
Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet! 

Bouncing through the snowdrifts in a big, blue cloud of smoke
People laugh as I drive by; I wonder what's the joke! 
I have to get to Wal-Mart to pick up my layaway
Cause Santa's comin' soon in his big, old, rusty sleigh! 

Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away
I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray-ay
The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay
Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusttttttttty Chevroooooooleeeeeet!