Italian Night Before Christmas (best read wid de Bronx - TopicsExpress



          

Italian Night Before Christmas (best read wid de Bronx accent) Twas the night before Christmas, Da whole house was mella, Not a creature was stirrin, Cuz I had a gun unda da pilla........ When up on da roof I heard somethin pound, I sprung to da window, To scream, YO - Keep it down! When what to my Wanderin eyes should appear, But da Don of all elfs, And eight friggin reindeer!.... Wit slicked back black hair, And a silk red suit, don Christopher wuz here, And he brought da loot!.... Wit a slap to dare snouts, And a yank on dare manes, He cursed and he shouted, And he called dem by name. Yo Tony, Yo Frankie, Yo Vinny, Yo Vito, Ay Joey, Ay Paulie, Ay Pepe, Ay Guido!....... As I drew out my gun And hid by da bed, He flew troo da winda And slapped me side a da head. What da heck you doin Pullin a gun on da Don?......Now all youre gettin is coal, You friggin moron!...... Den pointin a fat finga Right unda my nose, He twisted his pinky ring, And up da chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, Obscenities screamin, Away dey all flew, Before he troo dem a beatin. Den I heard him yell out, What I did least expect, Merry Friggin Christmas to all, And yous better show some respect!
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 07:43:05 +0000

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