Pan to the padlocked door. New year's rocking eve. The breaking back into the building party. How long 'til next year?. Three and half minutes. . I'm giving up my vices.
If you look under chair. Or in your sister's hair. I tell y'all better beware. At what you're gonna. find in there. Refrain & Chorus:. We's a half inch tall & green.
MARK. Pan to the padlocked door. New Year's rocking eve. The. breaking-back-into-the-building party.... MIMI. How long til next year?. . ROGER. Three and half minutes....
How did we get here, How the hell?. Pan left, close on the steeple of the church. How did I get here, how the hell?. Christmas! Christmas Eve, last year.
Singers. Who's the greatest mudskipper of them all?. Who can skip through the mud with the greatest of ease?. What kind of wonderful guy?. . Who can crawl like a dog without scraping his knees?.
Announcer: Parlez vous Francais? Non. Then you need. the all-new International Log. Just pull its twig and you'll turn. your log into a talking tree fluent in five foreign tongues..
It's true you sold your guitar and bought a car?. It's true I'm leaving now for Santa Fe. It's true you're with this yuppie scum. . You said you'd never speak to him again.
What rolls down stairs. alone or in pairs,. and over your neighbor's dog?. What's great for a snack,. And fits on your back?. It's log, log, log. . It's log, it's log,.
There is no future. There is no past. Thank God this. Moment's not the last. . There's only us. There's only this. Forget, regret or. Life is yours to miss.
MARK: December 24th, nine pm,. Eastern Standard Time. From here on in. I shoot without a script. . See if anything comes of it. Instead of my old shit.
Christmas bells are ringing. Christmas bells are ringing. Christmas bells are ringing. . How time flies. When compassion dies. No stocking, no candy canes.
Remember the royal anthem of the Kilted Yaksmen. . Our country reeks of trees. Our yaks are really large. And they smell like rotting beef carcasses. .
One song. Glory. One song. Before I go. Glory. One song to leave behind. . Find one song. One last refrain. Glory. From the pretty boy front man. Who wasted opportunity.
Christmas bells are ringing. Christmas bells are ringing. Christmas bells are ringing. . How time flies. When compassion dies. No stocking, no candy canes.
Hot, hot, hot, sweat, sweet. Wet, wet, wet, red heat. Hot, hot, hot, sweat, sweet. Wet, wet, wet, red heat. . Please, don't stop, please. Please, don't stop, stop.
Okay Stimpy, it's time for your evolving lessons. Oh, rapture. . They swing by their tails. With the greatest of ease. Those hairy lower life forms. We call monkeys.
FIVE HOMELESS PEOPLE. Christmas Bells Are Ringing. Christmas Bells Are Ringing. Christmas Bells Are Ringing. On TV - At SAKS. . SQUEEGIEMAN. Honest Living, Honest Living.
Hello, boys and girls. This is your old pal, Stinky Wizzleteats. This is a song about a whale. No, this is a song about being happy. That's right, it's the happy happy, joy joy song.
Who do you think you are?. Barging in on me and my guitar. Little girl, hey, the door is that way. You better go you know the fire's out anyway. . Take your powder, take your candle.