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[Verse 1]. Pardon my melody but I've been sober too long. Pass me promethazine, I need someone to lean on. Swear not to trust again, that's just my innocence.
Twas the fright before Christmas. No one upset me. With a big bowl of popcorn, watching TV. . I stretched, gave a yawn, settled back in my chair. In hopes that St. Nicholson soon would be there.
(announcer). And now, here with a special Christmas message,. The immortal...Elvis. . (synth plays "Silent Night" in background, Elvis speaks...). . Well thank you, thank ya vurry much...