Istvan Oszkar songs
Hello to all of the good people of Songramp. This is our last new Oszkars Christmas song for the year. Once again it is with Mr. teecee, again like with Santa's Everythingathon. But this time Mr. teecee makes all of the music and does the vocal sing. This song tells the story of a few years ago when American personnel intercepted Santa.
We've Got Santa
Music and wonderful holiday performance by Mr. teecee
Lyric words by Odon Papp
He flashed across our radar screen
And warnings loudly sounded
At once we knew what it might mean
The scoundrel must be grounded!
We raced beside the flying sled
The deer passed noxious gasses
The terrorist who dressed in red
Bore gifts to sway the masses
We’ve got Santa We’ve got Santa
We’re jolly ‘cause he’s jailed
He’s strung up just like mistletoe
Down here in Guantanamo
Now listen here, you bearded punk
Your cell’s no place for drama
Be quiet while I touch your junk
Or end up like Osama
We ho-ho-hope you’re going to rot
We’re waterboarding Prancer
We’re asking him about your plot
And soon we’ll have the answer
We’ve got Santa We’ve got Santa
We’re jolly ‘cause he’s jailed
He’s strung up just like mistletoe
Down here in Guantanamo
With Santa gagged and on his knees
We’ve stopped his plot of homes and trees
The morgue is packed with fallen elves
And reindeer cutlets line the shelves
We’ve got Santa We’ve got Santa
We’re jolly ‘cause he’s jailed
He’s strung up just like mistletoe
Down here in Guantanamo
We’ve got Santa We’ve got Santa
We’re jolly ‘cause he’s jailed
We’ve got Santa We’ve got Santa
His evil plot has failed
We've Got Santa
Music and wonderful holiday performance by Mr. teecee
Lyric words by Odon Papp
He flashed across our radar screen
And warnings loudly sounded
At once we knew what it might mean
The scoundrel must be grounded!
We raced beside the flying sled
The deer passed noxious gasses
The terrorist who dressed in red
Bore gifts to sway the masses
We’ve got Santa We’ve got Santa
We’re jolly ‘cause he’s jailed
He’s strung up just like mistletoe
Down here in Guantanamo
Now listen here, you bearded punk
Your cell’s no place for drama
Be quiet while I touch your junk
Or end up like Osama
We ho-ho-hope you’re going to rot
We’re waterboarding Prancer
We’re asking him about your plot
And soon we’ll have the answer
We’ve got Santa We’ve got Santa
We’re jolly ‘cause he’s jailed
He’s strung up just like mistletoe
Down here in Guantanamo
With Santa gagged and on his knees
We’ve stopped his plot of homes and trees
The morgue is packed with fallen elves
And reindeer cutlets line the shelves
We’ve got Santa We’ve got Santa
We’re jolly ‘cause he’s jailed
He’s strung up just like mistletoe
Down here in Guantanamo
We’ve got Santa We’ve got Santa
We’re jolly ‘cause he’s jailed
We’ve got Santa We’ve got Santa
His evil plot has failed
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