Jingle Bells, Shotgun Shells.
Driving down the road,
Running from the cops.
Over the ramp we go,
The car just wouldn’t stop.
Gunshots filled the air,
He’s got to get out of there,
Before the cops shot him dead.
Oh, Jingle bells, shotgun shells.
Santa shot an elf,
Oh what fun it is to kill,
And keep the presents for himself.
Jingle bells, go to hell.
Put their heads upon the shelf.
Oh, what fun it is to kill,
And keep all the presents for himself.
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