Christmas With The Achmed Family Lyrics - Don't Come Home For Christmas - Jeff Dunham

The boys are standing in the road hitting rocks with sticks 

The men are building tiny shacks out of muddy bricks 

The women are covered head to toe and their not shown there face 

its 117 degrees in this god for saken place 

Christmas in a cavern with the Achmed Family 

No one gets a present on one has a tree 

Theres rocks and dirt and rocks and dirt as far as the I can see 

Christmas in a cavern with the Achmed Family 

The people here are terrified so they don't miss behave 

They quietly tend the poppy feilds and go home to their caves 

Theres no running water 

no phones to make a call 

The children all play soccer with a goats head for a ball 

Christmas in a cavern with the Achmed Family 

Theres no Christmas lights because theres no electricity 

I yell merry Christmas and it echos back to me 

Christmas in a cavern with the Achmed Family 

mama's in her berka hangling mistltoes 

the kids are throughing dirt clods pretending that its snow 

I climb down the chimny no one has a clue 

then pop out like santa claws and shout "I kill you" 

Christmas in a cavern with the Achmed Family 

The Christmas light is burrning bright 

and filled with kerosene 

There is no place on the earth that I would rather be 

Then Christmas in a cavern with the Achmed Family 

" I Kill You"