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!

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,

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,

As I drew out my gun

And hid by da bed,

He flew troo da winda

And slapped me side da head.

What da hell 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!