When you're stuffed up to your ears,
after grandma's Christmas feast,
and you swear you wouldn't eat again,
for a week or two at least,
then from the kitchen grandma brings,
just one or two or three more things, Like some,
chorus:
Tangerines and chestnuts and peppermints and walnuts and red grapes and green grapes and black grapes and more nuts and macaroons and fruit cake and sugar plums and rum cakes and yum yums and peaches and cookies and more cake.
Let's open the window and let in some air, say, didn't I see something hiding back there, near the,
(CHORUS)
I think I'll just rest a while here on the floor, then, maybe I'll sample a tiny bit more, of some,
(CHORUS)
If I taste just one more thing I'm gonna pop, well, maybe the teeniest weeniest drop, of some,
(CHORUS)
I found out her secret and I'm certain that,
it makes grandma happy to see me get FAT!
I'm singing that song for my Christmas program tomorrow.
it makes grandma happy to see me get FAT!
I'm singing that song for my Christmas program tomorrow.
1 comment:
Sounds so cute! Good luck on your performance...I wish we could come!!!
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