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The Twelve Gifts of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A Japanese transistor radio.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's a Nakashuma.)
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(Its the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it, so you can listen right through the case.)
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you can stick in your ear, and a thing on the other end that you can't stick anywhere, because its bent.)
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
An indoor plastic birdbath,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange,
On the twelfth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange:
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
An indoor plastic birdbath,
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
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