Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Grand Wazoo
Songwriter
Lyrics
It's beginning to look a lot like Dickmas
Everywhere you go
Take a look at the American scene, burning to the ground
With children crying and flags turned upside down!
It's beginning to look a lot like Dickmas
Fire in every store
But the most wonderful sight you'll see, is the mob that will be on your own front porch
A pair of swiss army knives and a pistol that shoots is the wish of folk like us
Sex dolls that will talk and will go for a walk cause none of the women will ever put out
And all the pedo teachers can hardly wait for school to start again!
It's beginning to look a lot like Dickmas
Everywhere you go
Hey, I got an idea where we can have the next Road Rage; how about one in Greenland?
We'll drink the Kool-Aid and dance the night away!
It's beginning to look a lot like Dickmas
Soon heads will roll
And the one thing that brings them down
Is the hatred that you hold right within your heart
It's beginning to look a lot like Dickmas
Soon heads will roll
And the one thing that brings them down
Is the hatred that you hold right within your heart
Written by: The Grand Wazoo
