Trooper York

Twas the night before Christmas,

Da whole house was mella,

Not a creature was strirrin’,

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 myWanderin’ 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 da head.

“What da hell you doin’

Pullin’ a gun on da Don?

Now all you’re 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!"