'Twas the night before Christmas when WB got ready
He'd drink his first shot to make his hands steady
He'd load up his sleigh with toys and good cheer,
not forgetting his ice chest with a 12 pack of beer
He was a jolly old fart and worked with a grin,
but remembered the brats then gulped his slo-gin
In a drunken stupor down the chimney he'd fall,
then when he was done... to his reindeer he'd call...
"Hey Bud, hey Miller, hey Coors" he'd shout,
"Throw me a rope so I can get the hell out!"
He flew all night long not a house was excluded
leaving toys and a note "Batteries NOT included"
He looked in his sack and said "I'm just about done",
but then he was sleigh-jacked by Stompy with a gun
So now Christmas is over and WB is sober...
But you could hear his exclaim as he walked out of sight
"Hand me a Weller and give me a light!"
