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The First Noel (Live)
00:56
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Hello Mudfroot family. Welcome to Frootcake Vol. 2. Enjoy and be glad!
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Another long day at Santa's factory
All that I've been thinking 'bout is you and me
Making toys right next to you it's clear to see
what I ain't got the guts to say
but maybe it'll be today, okay (baby, I love you)
The night before Christmas and we're finishing up
I catch you peaking at me over your coffee cup
and so I grow a pair of chestnuts and I ask you "what's up?"
You say "I sure love this peppermint coffee,
would you wanna find some time to get some with me, baby?" and I say
Let's just go out Christmas
All that I want is us
I hope we don't miss the
sun going down on Christmas
sun going down on Christmas tomorrow night
Christmas is here, I get to spend it with you
Havin' flirty chats over some reindeer stew
Eagerly awaiting the celestial view
But why are people running away?
What did the elf on the news just say? (Hermey, please shut up)
They said there's been an incident that happened last night
Somehow Santa's sleigh screwed up Earth's orbital flight
and now we're speeding towards the sun, we're gonna hit it tonight
But I wanna spend Christmas with you
Is there anyone we can turn to? Wait! I know who…
Santa can save Christmas
I know that he loves us
Maybe we can miss the
sun going down on Christmas
sun going down on Christmas - there he is!
Hey, my little helpers, its me, Santa Claus
I'm packing my sleigh and there's no time to pause
I just heard the news - Earth's colliding with the sun
But don’t worry little elves, this won’t end the yuletide fun
I'm leaving town and I'm leaving you all behind
'cause Santa's got a jolly idea in mind
I'm building North Pole 2 way up on Mars
You can call me Space Santa, I'm flying out to the stars
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
This is our last Christmas
All that we have is us
Now I know that we won't miss the
sun going down on Christmas
sun going down on Christmas, hey, hey, hey, hey!
*explosion*
ouch
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You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list,
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out who's
naughty and nice.
Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Take it away, Eric
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
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Jokes (Live)
01:03
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What's green, white, and red all over?
Sunburnt elf.
What do you get when you deep fry Santa Claus?
Krisp Kringle.
Santa Claus: What's that terrible racket outside?
Mrs. Claus: It's rain, dear.
Knock knock.
Santa.
Santa Claus.
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I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
Don't want a doll, no dinky Tinkertoy
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue
Just bring him through the front door
That's the easy thing to do
I can see me now on Christmas morning
Creeping down the stairs
Oh, what joy and what surprise
When I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, or rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
A hippopotamus is all I want
Mom says the hippo would eat me up
But then teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
The kind I saw this summer at the zoo
There's lots of room for him in our two car garage
I'd feed him there and wash him there
And give him his massage
I can see me now on Christmas morning
Creeping down the stairs
Oh, what joy and what surprise
When I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, or rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too
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More Jokes (Live)
00:56
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Knock knock.
Sandy.
Sandy Claus.
What's the difference between the Christmas alphabet and the ordinary alphabet?
The Christmas alphabet has noel.
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You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as cactus
You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch
Your heart's an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole, yeah
Thirty-nine and a half feet between us
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile, yeah
Seasick crocodile, yeah
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch
You're a nasty-wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
"Stink, stank, stunk!"
You smell bad
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots
Yeah, those knots are so tangled, oh my goodness
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch (eugh)
With a nauseous super naus
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch
Oh, you're - and this isn't a compliment - you are a three decker *screaming* sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce
Yeah, that wouldn't be good for you
Grinch, grinch, grinch, grinch, grinch, grinch, grinch
Grinch song
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Oh! Umm... so... where does it start? Well, uh, so the parent company for Calvin Klein had a, um, company party at the cathedral and they left about a dozen Christmas trees (« Douze sapins ? C'est pas possible » .) and they said anyone could take them, so I was the first one to take one. I got the biggest one... one of the biggest... the biggest, yeah, and I had to take it up eighty-four fli... uh, eighty-four steps to get to my apartment, and the needles went everywhere. (« Ahh » !) They were on my steps for like two more months, really. (« Quelle horreur ! Les aiguilles sont partout » !) Um, but then when I got it up there, it was perfect, and it had lights already on it, a ton of different... you could make it... you know, flash and sparkle and what not, and I left it there until the end of February because it didn't make sense to take it down any earlier. So I took it down on Mardi Gras.
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Even More Jokes (Live)
01:16
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Hey, Mom.
What do you call a snowman in the summer?
A puddle.
Why do mummies love Christmas?
Because of all the wrapping.
Why does Rudolph have a red nose?
He sneezes a lot.
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The Christmas Song
06:03
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Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
and folks dressed up from head to toe
Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
help to make the season bright
Tiny tots, with their eyes all aglow
will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
to see if reindeer really know how to fly
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
to kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you
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...on the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Twelve drummers drumming
Eleven pipers piping
Ten lords-a-leaping
Nine ladies dancing
Eight maids-a-milking
Seven swans-a-swimming
Six geese-a-laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
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Christmasman
03:00
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I was a reindeer, along the fluffy clouds I ride
with Rudolph and Blitzen by my side
Many a young child waited for our toys
So much Christmas joy for all the girls and boys
The naughty list bastards will get only coal
But Santa's sleigh will roll
I was Santa, I was born a jolly elf
The naughty list I keep to myself
I sail my big red sleigh all around the world
I went aloft to fly my sleigh through a blizzard snow
And if we get lost we'll use Rudolph's light
But we'll get through tonight
Ho, ho, ho!
I was a toy builder, way up across the North divide
Where elf magic and toy skills collide
I slipped and fell off the back of Santa's sleigh
They didn't find my body until Christmas day
They buried me with a candy cane tombstone in the ground
But my elf magic is still around
It'll always be around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around
I fly Santa's sleigh across the planet Earth's divide
And when we reach the other side
I'll find a tree to place the toys the best I can
Perhaps St. Nick will let me drive next year again
Or I may simply be a single flake of snow
But I will always go
And if Santa asks I'll go, and I'll go, and I'll go, and I'll go, and I'll go, and I'll go, and I'll go
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Antantantantantantantantantantantantantantantant
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Er, how did you get rid of it?
Ah. Well, dragged it down the stairs, there were even more needles than before, and then I left it on the side of the road 'cause they were still picking them up. And that's my story.
Wait, also, FYI, as my way of not being on my phone too much, my apps will, like, cut off immediately at midni-
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15. |
Douce Nuit (Dur Nuit)
19:37
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Douce nuit, sainte nuit !
Dans les cieux ! L'astre luit.
Le mystère annoncé s'accomplit
Cet enfant sur la paille endormi,
C'est l'amour infini !
C'est l'amour infini !
Saint enfant, doux agneau !
Qu'il est grand ! Qu'il est beau !
Entendez résonner les pipeaux
Des bergers conduisant leurs troupeaux
Vers son humble berceau !
Vers son humble berceau !
C'est vers nous qu'il accourt,
En un don sans retour !
De ce monde ignorant de l'amour,
Où commence aujourd'hui son séjour,
Qu'il soit Roi pour toujours !
Qu'il soit Roi pour toujours !
Quel accueil pour un Roi !
Point d'abri, point de toit !
Dans sa crèche il grelotte de froid
O pécheur, sans attendre la croix,
Jésus souffre pour toi !
Jésus souffre pour toi !
Paix à tous ! Gloire au ciel !
Gloire au sein maternel,
Qui pour nous, en ce jour de Noël,
Enfanta le Sauveur éternel,
Qu'attendait Israël !
Qu'attendait Israël !
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16. |
The Last Noel (Live)
01:10
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Thanks for listening. Ha ha ha!
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