Day Is Done...

Day is done, time is nigh

O, time is nigh

There is no getting better

No better, oh my


It is time to go

It’s time, you know


Day is done…

Here Comes Santa

Here comes Santa

He’s hanging, yeah, he’s hanging ten

Here comes Santa

He’s my, he’s my jolly ol’ friend


Well, got my Stingray and got my chick

We be lookin’ for that ol’ Saint Nick

Cruisin,’ now, thro the hamburger stand

Headin’ to plant our tree in the sand


Here comes Santa

With a big bag full of toys

Here comes Santa

For the good lil’ girls and boys


Mistletoe, candy canes, and lots of snow

Well, no snow, you know, but the sand does blow

It’s Christmas for you and me at the beach!

It’s Christmas, here comes Santa at the beach!
 

Winter Wonderland

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight

The snow is like ice

Where Rudolf has been pissin’


Later on, we’ll conspire

As we dream by…

Jack Frost roasting on a open fire

In the firey pits of Hell

Hope he’s consumed quickly

Before he starts to smell

Michael Brown, Why You Down

I broke the law

Got hauled in by a white cop

Was me or him

Reached for his gun, and I got shot

And I got shot

And I got shot

And I got shot

And I got shot

And I got shot in the forehead

Seems to me that Officer Wilson’s self-defense turned into murder somewhere along the way. Where was his taser? Wilson had control of the situation after the second [2^nd] shot -- his gun should have gone back in his holster then.
 

The Midnight Poet

Late at night when the wind is right

You’ll hear a knock at your door

And you’ll know what love is for


By candlelight with a quill I do write

The parchment’s silently bare

Are you ready to go, go there?


Yep, they call me the midnight poet

Do we dare go for it?


I’m the midnight, the midnight poet

What you need, I know it

Bumpity-Bump

Bump, bump, bump

Bumpity-bump

Bumpity-bump, bump, bump

P.S.: What is the meaning of this? Well, a lil’ mystery in life never hurt anyone! :p

Roll The Dice

If I, I don’t make it to fifty

Just wanted to say, you know, it’s been nice

Not near as nice as it should have been

But, hey, I, I got to roll the dice


Took a shot, yeah, went for the glory

Got craps in the casino of life

Not near as nice as it should have been

But, hey, I, I got to roll the dice


Ah, roll the dice, baby, roll the dice

C’mon, my sweet baby, roll the dice

Got craps in the casino of life

But, hey, I

I got to

Roll the dice