Christmas In The Sun

When I’m out shovelin’ I break my back yeah I’m so worn out
The snow and the ice I just might stop and then pass out
Let me go on to a Christmas in the sun
Let me go on, Santa I know you’re the one…

I dream of a scene where Christmas is green and I don’t
even know why
Old St. Nick is playing a trick and I am starting to cry
Let me go on to a Christmas in the sun
Let me go on, Kris Kringle I know you’re the one…

When I’m out shovelin’ I break my back yeah I’m so worn out
The snow and the ice I just might stop and then pass out

In recess at school the kids who were cool made fun of me
out in the cold
Just was my luck that my tongue was stuck right to the
frozen flag pole

In Milwaukee now I dodge the snowplow; hope I don’t get
frostbit
I fight the windchill down the sledding hill; it’s cold
as a witch’s t-t

It’s 40 below with 4 feet of snow it’s just like the Yukon
The forecast is bleak and gets worse next week I blame
John Milan
Let me go on to a Christmas in the sun
Let me go on, St. Nick I know you’re the one…

Parody of The Violent Femmes’ Blister In The Sun by Gordon Gano
Parody lyrics by Joel Kopischke © 2005  

Vocals: Joel Kopischke
Drums: Del Bennett
Bass: Chris Kringel
Guitar: Ralph Bruner
Backing Vocal: Jack Rodee