
Grinching through Xmas
Celtic Punk, Aggro-Punk, 175 BPM, theatrical male vocals, gang vocal shouts, irish fiddles, frantic drums, Bodhrán

Grinching through Xmas
Celtic Punk, Aggro-Punk, 175 BPM, theatrical male vocals, gang vocal shouts, irish fiddles, frantic drums, Bodhrán
Lyrics
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Right, listen tae me, ye glaikit numpties!
Put doon yer plastic Santas and yer overpriced lattes!
Ye want Christmas spirit? huh?!
I’ve got yer Christmas parade right here in this wee tune.
YEO! Get the fookin’ pigs out!
Here we go! ONE! TWO! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
Shops are full o’ plastic shite
Bairns are screamin’, want a fight
Turkey’s dry, the wallet’s thin
Toss the tinsel in the bin!
I’m nae Grinch, I’m just a Scot
Happy wi’ the pint I’ve got
But the neighbors want a show?
Right then lads... HERE WE GO!
Hey! Hey! Open up the gate!
Hey! Hey! Soddin Christmas day!
Pig number THREE is runnin’ loose!
Pig number FIVE is right on the juice!
The Polis hunt all night from shore to shore
BUT NAEBODY CAN FIND PIG NUMBER FOUR!
Paint their numbers on their backs
Slap their arse and clear the tracks!
NINE goes Left! EIGHT goes Right!
Causing chaos through the night!
Coppers comin’, blues and twos
Slippin’ on their frozen poos! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Open up the gate!
Hey! Hey! Soddin Christmas day!
Pig number ONE is runnin’ loose!
Pig number SIX is right on the juice!
The Polis hunt all night from shore to shore
BUT NAEBODY CAN FIND PIG NUMBER FOUR!
I HATE YER TREE!
I HATE YER LIGHTS!
YER MISTLETOE AND FOOKIN CAROLS ALL NIGHT!
Stick yer Santa up yer arse!
This holiday is just a fookin' farce!
Blue lights flashin’ in the lane...
I HOPE IT DRIVES ALL PIGS INSANE!
So, Here’s the thing, ya fookin uniformed eejits...
There never was nae Number Four, ha!
But isn´t it fun watching pigs chasing their tails
under the blue Christmas lights!?
Merry Christmas!
