truly what does anyone gain by turning “Hallelujah” into a Christmas song, what perversity drives thispic.twitter.com/FcBko8Bp7g
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I heard that there were plums to spare Inside your chilly Frigidaire But you don't hide your breakfast from me, do ya The juice is on the kitchen floor A pit has rolled behind the door The empty punnet's crying hallelujah
I heard there was a whiny brat Whose mien begged for a baseball bat But with a brat like that, what can ya do, ya? He lives to ride astride your back What’s lost in taking just one crack? “Oh yuh, oh yuh,” I cry out, hallelujah!
