Michelle Creber and Mic The Microphone - Twas The Night | Текст песни

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• Michelle Creber and Mic The Microphone
• Twas The Night

[Verse 1]
Twas the night before Christmas and I couldn't miss it
I knew Santa Clause was deckin' halls; gettin' right down to business
And the kids, sound asleep, had written up all their wishlists
To hear his sleigh a-comin' and rumblin' 'round on Christmas
Day. As they say, it was quiet; Nothin' was movin' through my house
I was enthused to be snoozin'; Sugar Plum Fairies about.
I felt the roof shake like an earthquake. What on earth could make
Someone stir and shake? Little did I know that St. Nick has a guest and he wasn't here to give, but take.
I crept down stairs and what I saw made me shudder
Wasn't Saint Claus, but another. I got my father and mother
And tried to nudge them awake but they just nodded and muttered
"You're fine dear. If you're scared, then just crawl under the covers."
I felt my heart racin'; Started pacin' in the halls
And tried to recall who or what is was that I saw
Saint Nick usin' the front door? No! Through the chimney he falls!
Or he came here somethin' more... *GASP* TO ROB SANTA CLAUS?!
I couldn't sit down or stand around with some Grinch-like dude makin' not a sound
Gotta choose now or let every little kid wake up and lose... NO. Now I'm gonna do them proud.
It's time to strap up. It's go time; Winter Wrap Up.
If gifts he's gonna snatch up, then a gift he'll get when he's trapped up.
I'll be like Rambo with Nerf guns at the ready
I'm gonna pop shots. Perp best run before it gets heavy.
I've got my arsenal set and you know I'm checkin' it twice.
It's time to see if mister thief is feelin' naughty or nice.
[Verse 2]
I knew the time was now. I had to go strike
Amidst the night lights; I took aim; Had the fake in my sights
And as he moved, I struck and gave him a fright!
"YOU'RE NOT ROBBIN' SANTA THIS TIME!" I yelled with all of my might.
And as I looked down upon him and got my targets locked on him
I took the first pop; walkin' as I pegged that appaulin'
Imposter. He tried to run but I knocked him down and jumped on him
Then I heard my name called and I paused looked around for what's callin'
And when I looked up, I was shook up. Thought the perp I caught had worst luck
But the hurt shmuck that I ambushed was the real Big Man and it sure sucked
To be sittin' in the hot seat with Santa lookin' not pleased
With bag in hand as he tried stand; leavin' this little kid feelin' not eased.
And I had to ask: "Man, is this some kind trick?
What's up, Nick? Why'd you use the door? That isn't your schtick!"
And as I pointed and looked around somethin' finally clicked.
He didn't come through our chimney because it doesn't exist.

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