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Joe Scruggs - Christmas in July lyrics
Miss Gripola, Miss Gripola Got a rock in her sock for Christmas It was a lump of coal and it tore a hole In the stocking she hung for Christmas She wanted candy canes But she always complains She likes to whine a lot When Miss Gripola hung her stocking She ended up with a rock. And Mr. Big complainer got a cardboad container Got a box in his sock for Christmas There was nothing inside And he whined and he cried, "I wanted blocks in my box for Christmas!" He wanted toys and games But he always complains And he likes to whine a lot When Mr. Big complainer Hung up his stocking He ended up with a box And I know you're suspicious This sounds so ficticious Children don't have these means; And Santa doesn't leave rocks or empty boxes To children who sometimes complain. But Santa is magic it would be so tragic It would spoil all the Christmas fun Yes, what a shame if you whined & complained And you became the first one! You'd be Miss Gripola, or Mr. Gripola With rocks in their socks for Christmas You'd get lumps of coal. They might tear some holes In the stocking you hung up for Christmas. You might want candy canes But if you complain Or you like to whine a lot Then Mr. Gripola and Miss Gripola Could end up with a rock. If you whine and complain And drive your parents insane You could end up with a rock-- |
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