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[johnpalmer]

I tried one of those seasonal song generators... I think it knows me too well


In the meadow johnpalmer builds a snow beast
And it thinks it is Jack the Ripper
It goes off to slaughter up some ho' beasts
opening their guts like they were zippered

Then it gets a thought of chicken
And it takes a mighty lickin'
A flamethrower's spray
Melts it away
Walking in a winter wonderland

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[glinda-w.livejournal.com]

good grief.

However, that triggered a memory... *hunts for file* *found*

ROAD KILL WONDERLAND
(to the tune of "Winter Wonderland)

Words by Mark Kelly and Julie Straight

Animals, they're not lookin'
at your car, as it's bookin'.
They quickly expire when hit by your tire,
Drivin' through a road kill wonderland.

Little feet, pitter patter,
Then you hear a "ker-splatter".
The sight is not sweet, all over the street,
Drivin' through a road kill wonderland.

Porky Pig and Mickey Mouse and Lassie;
Bambi, Mr. Ed, and Thumper too;
Soon they will be plastered to your chassis,
Then you can even take them home with you.

Was it cat? Was it raccoon?
Was it dog? Was it baboon?
We're not really sure, we know it had fur,
Drivin' through a road kill wonderland.

Oh, the mess, it was awesome;
We suspect it was possum
We're not really sure, we know it had fur,
Drivin' through a road kill wonderland.

[kightp.livejournal.com]

*giggle*

I've always been fond of this version (http://bertc.com/walkin.htm), myself...

[kightp.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but can you rap it?

gd&r

[trdsf.livejournal.com]

I made one stray verse (the first one) on tarkrai's journal; he wrote the rest and titled the shootin' match "Don't Let It..."

(to 'Let It Snow')

Oh, the creature outside is frightful
And he thinks you'll taste delightful
There's a monster out in the snow
Wendigo, wendigo, wendigo!

Oh he doesn't show signs of stopping
'Cuz your joints are good for popping
You hunker there way down low
Wendigo, wendigo, wendigo.

I don't wanna kiss you goodnight
Cuz I'd hate to go out in the storm
If we nail the door shut real tight
Maybe we'll last 'til the morn

The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, he's still there spying
And we'll hold these shotguns just so...
Wendigo, wendigo, wendigo!