Gimme some tickets to a PACKER game
Near that line for the Hall of Fame
Santa should have known
I don't dig cologne
Oh, and lately - soap on ropes ain't much better

Fill up barrels with money I'm gonna spend
When it's all gone, please fill 'em up again
Loan me Hefner's home
Hot tub overtones
Filled with ladies in skimpy festive sweaters

Hell, I wrote him six letters
Said "I couldn't do without one no mo'
Thousand inch 'r - L E D
Five slots in the back, for prime
H-D's, just to show - off bluer rays - Yeah !

Gimme some biscuits, not hard candy canes
Don't like sweets wrapped in cellophane
Only gourmet scones
Beers with lots a-foam
Oh, and maybe - grilled seafood on steak platters

Well, in all things that matter
I just couldn't live without an I-Phone
Twitter Sister said to me
" Just go on - take it "
To be happy once a-mo' ...tweet-away,ay

Jiminy Cricket ! I'll go out in flames
You brought Race Car, not choo-choo trains
Chariot of chrome
Fly past city gnomes
Neighbors hate me, and ex-wife, it upset her

Cryin' baby, who never wrote you a letter