Lirik Yulesville - Edd Kookie Byrnes

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YulesvilleEdd "Kookie" Byrnes of "Lend Me Your Comb" fame-recorded 1959--Words and Music by Warren E Barker, Terry Galanoy, and William A Olofsonfrom the Rhino CD "The Best Of Cool Yule"<instrumental intro-very brief samplings of "Deck the Halls", "Jingle Bells", and four notes of "77 Sunset Strip".SPOKEN'twas the night before Christmas and all through the padNot a hip cat was swingin' and that's nowhere, dadThe stove was hung up in that stocking routineLike maybe the fat man would soon make the sceneThe kids had fell by and just made the streetI was ready for snoresville, man was I beatWhen there started a rumble, it came on real franticSo I opened the window to figure the panicI saw a slick rod that was makin' fat tracksSouped up by eight ponies all wearin' hat racksAnd a funny old geezer was flippin' his lidHe told 'em to make it and, man, like they didThey were outta the chute makin' time like a batTurnin' the quarter in eight seconds flatParked by the smokestack in bunches and clustersThen chubby slid down, comin' on like gangbustersHis threads were from Cubesville and I had to chuckleIn front, not in back, was this Ivy League buckleThe mop on his chin hid a button-down collarAnd with that red nose, dad <chuckle>, he looked like a bawlerLike he was the squarest, the most absoluteBut, let's face it, huh, who cares when he left all that lootHe laid the jazz on me and peeled from the gigWailin' "Have a cool yule, man" and later "like, dig?"Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontzronhontz@worldnet.att.net

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