Stockings are hung on the chimney,
And the presents are under the
tree,
And mama'
s in the kitchen
Making some herbal tea.
Windows are covered with frost
And the candles are all alight,
But as I wander through this quiet house,
Something just doesn't seem right.
You see, every year, the neighbors bring us
A Swiss Colony Beef Log.
But the neighbors aren't around (around, around)
There'
s no Beef Log to be found this year.
(No Beef Log)
Christmas isn't Christmas
Without a Swiss Colony Beef Log.
Without those cheeses and meats
I
don't think I can get along.
Mother tries to comfort me;
She says "Here, Son, have some eggnog."
I
fucking hate eggnog, seriously.
But what do I see
Underneath the
tree?
Grandma got a Swiss Colony Beef Log just for me!
Ah, ah, ah, Baby!!
Swiss Colony Beef Log, baby!
That's what Christmas is all about!
My prayer has finally come in a Beef Log baby!
Makes a little boy scream and shout!
Deck the halls with boughs of Swiss Colony!
Fa-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la!
Sweet!