A Christmas Story (1983)
Ralphie just had to have that gun,
So his parents caved and got him one,
He ran straight outside,
Damn near shot out his eye,
Turns out rifles just aren’t that fun.
Oh lordy, what are we to do?
The pilot’s sick; co-pilot too,
Now this washed up clown,
Has to guide the plane down,
Picked the wrong day to stop sniffing glue.
While I meld hair with beasts and take wing,
I’ve been wooing this pretty blue thing,
I finally lay ’er,
Combine at the hair,
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