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Yuletide Throwdown (Cut Chemist radio edit)
Blondie
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Ha ha ha ha, everybody!
Check it out, it's that time of year
Get ready to funk it up
Fly girls, fly guys, punk rockers, natty dreads
Check it out, it ain't the wack
For a definite fact, it's Christmas, Jack!
Hey, you don't look like Santa to me
I never saw Santa Claus wearing sunglasses
Cool out, without a doubt
Ha ha, Christmas time!
Merry Christmas, ho ho ho
Christmas rappin' to the break of dawn
'Cause it's just about that time of year
But it's a Christmas time
Have no fear
We be shockin' the house and then a-rockin' it well
I'm gonna take you on down
To the depths of hell
I'm gonna tell you what a Christmas all about
We gonna rock, shout, and scream and shout
We gonna turn, turn, turn it out, you see
We gonna crash, bash, and smash it up
Like a ginger roaches and a buttercup
But like a son of Sam but with his forty-four
And he be coolin' out without having no ball
It's the beat, the beat, the beat, beat, y'all
Merry, merry, merry, merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas!
'Cause I'm a Fab Five Freddy in love
But from the rockin' the beat from the
Sides above
'Cause I was born and raised on the
Hancock Street
Where I listen to the sounds of the
Disco beat
But then I keep the wack from off my track
The toy, toy MC's know I got it like that
Now it's Christmas, now it's Christmas time
And it's knockin' right at your door
So you boogie on down to your favorite store
You pull out your roll and then you count your gold
To buy your girl a
New mink stole
A champagne and some caviar
Def Jef, nice and dope
And you be, you be, and you be, and you be, and you be on the go
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You don't stop, check it out
Fab Five Freddy told me everybody slide
DJ spinnin', I said my, my
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
France plus the bar, Flash ain't no dude
And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercuries and Subaru
And you don't stop
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Christmas time once again
For all you fellas, all your best friends
For your girl, your fella too
You want to rock, you wanna boogaloo
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't stop that hot rock
That hippie-dippy hopper, you don't, don't stop
When I get on the mic, I make a Def hand clapper
When I get on the mic, the girls scream and shout
Just throw your hands up in the air
A Christmas beat like you just don't care
Merry Christmas
A merry Christmas rock, a merry Christmas
A merry Christmas, a merry Christmas
Merry Christmas rock, a merry Christmas
A merry Christmas, a merry, a merry, a merry Christmas
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