Merry Christmas, Baby

Only two of us dining with two plates, bottom and top;
they say I’ve got a turkey neck, my Lawdy, get the pot.
Don’t need to bring no corn, got plenty on my toes.
I got no-line bifocals a-restin’ on my nose.

We don’t need to buy no milk, got plenty in these saggin’ breast;
got wrinkles on my forehead, gray hairs on my chest.
I really don’t need nothin’ else for this Christmas season
’cause you’re just as messed up, in fact, you are My reason.

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