Old Fashioned Christmas

We'll have on old fashion Christmas this year

Goin' back to the roots we hold dear

Gonna get out there and shop

Gonna shop 'till we drop

And drink egg nog 'till it's up to here

We'll have a Bethlehem scene on the lawn

And a picture of Rudolph in the john

We'd be out there shovel'n snow

But it's too cold, you know

We wear our long johns with every Christmas song

We'll be pickin' and grinnin' and grinnin' and pickin'

And havin' a great Yuletide

We'll be eatin' that chicken

Cookin' some turkey

And feelin' so fine inside

We'll be yodel-odel-lady-oh

And wanna do the heavy loadin'

And bringin' in the tree

We'll have bells that are ringin'

And a buncha people singin'

Which suits us to a T

We'll use up last year's wrappin's again

Since when is recyclin' a sin?

We'll get out the tenor sax

It's the perfect Christmas axe

To sing songs with like "Frosty, where you been?"

(Where you been?)

We'll do a Christmas like it used to be

Take the kid down to sit on Santa's knee

And while they're sittin' there

And pullin' on his hair

We'll pickin' and grinnin' and keepin' our sanity

(Sanity, sanity, sanity, sanity, sanity!)

(Holdin' on to sanity, holdin' on to sanity)

We'll be pickin' and grinnin' and grinnin' and pickin'

And havin' a great Yuletide

We'll be eatin' that turkey and lookin' so perky

And feel so fine inside

We'll be yodel-odel-lady-oh

And wanna do the heavy loadin'

And bringin' in the tree

We'll have bells that are ringin'

And a buncha people singin'

Which suits us to a T

(And that's how it it shall be)

And that's how it it shall be