Snow

Say it isn't so, Santa ain't gonna bring the snow

And the jingle's all spent, the reindeer got bent

And tied one on at the Tupelo

Those elves are all chest bound

Slinking around like Humphrey Bogart cranks the Motown

Elves smell like honey dripping down

Christmas trees you can smoke

It's the only fix that makes you broke

Like magic taking cars and furniture straight down your lungs

Daddy gotta cry and Momma gotta try