I come from a talented family of singers. My dad is a singer. My mom is a singer. Heck, even the sewing machine is a singer. I can't sing worth bird poop. (Buddy Bird, my budgie keeps pooping but I won't shut up). It's too early to sing Christmas Carols yet so I dug out an old tune I wrote on March 31/04, 12 days before TPB season four.

 

THE 12 DAYS TIL SEASON FOUR:

On the 12th day to season 4 the ole lady sent to me,
hijacked cable from Trevor and Cory.

On the 11th day to season 4 I felt it in my heart.
She gave Bubbles a new shopping cart.

On the 10th day to season 4 I don't know what to say.
She knitted Jim a bad toupee.

On the 9th day to season 4 I really cried to my Ma.
She gave Ricky my grade ten diploma.

On the 8th day to season 4 I don't know what to say.
She turned my driveway into wheelchair parking for Ray.

On the 7th day to season 4 I really started to hurt.
She gave Randy my best shirt.

On the 6th day to season 4 she was having fun.
She gave Cyrus a squirt gun.

On the 5th day to season 4 I don't know what to do.
She filled Julian's glass with my home brew.

On the 4th day to season 4 I really hit the skids.
She threw my case of beer at the bottle kids.

On the 3rd day to season 4 I nearly blew my top.
She told Sarah and Lucy how to run the shop.

On the 2nd day to season 4 I don't know what to say.
She told J-Roc he was the colour of Micheal J.

On the 1st day of season 4 I'm as happy as can be.
I shipped her off to Sunnyvale......C O D.

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.

 

"Dammit, Wuddle, You're getting enough coal to Bar B Q  all next summer."