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Redneck 12 Days of Christmas

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Woo, somebody done been to the Walmart Man, that's just the stuff I got for Christmas Well, you cleaned up, what'd you get? Five flannel shirts Four Big Mud tires, three shotgun shells Two hunting dogs and some parts to a Mustang GT You boo, you got gifts, there's twelve days of Christmas I know that, I got it covered, look over in the corner That's yours too? Yeah, twelve pack of Bud, eleven wrestling tickets Ten of Copenhagen, nine years probation Eight table dancers, seven packs of Red Man Six cans of Spam, five flannel shirts Four Big Mud tires, three shotgun shells Two hunting dogs and some parts to a Mustang GT Man, these ain't normal Christmas presents No, they're redneck gifts Redneck gifts? Yeah, you know, like if you buy your wife Earrings that double as fishing lures Or if you can burp the entire chorus of "Jingle Bells" Perhaps if you think the Nutcracker is Something you did off the high dive Or if you've ever misspelled anything in Christmas lights Or if you leave cold beer and pickled eggs for Santa Claus What's wrong with that? I didn't say anything wrong with it, it's hard to beat Twelve pack of Bud, eleven wrestling tickets Ten of Copenhagen, nine years probation Eight table dancers, seven packs of Red Man Six cans of Spam, five flannel shirts Four Big Mud tires, three shotgun shells Two hunting dogs and some parts to a Mustang GT Well, you know you can't really consider it a Christmas 'Less you go down to the penitentiary and visit your mama You're not listening to me, get the car key out of your ear That's where the nine years probation comes in I'm gonna do it for you again, now listen Twelve pack of Bud, eleven wrestling tickets Ten of Copenhagen, nine years probation Eight table dancers, seven packs of Red Man Six cans of Spam, five flannel shirts Four Big Mud tires, three shotgun shells Two hunting dogs and some parts to a Mustang GT Are you crying? No, it's just my allergies Happy holidays, everybody