T'was the Night before Christmas,
and everyone knows, that if don't wear your woolies
your gonna get froze
on up to Vegas, to get me a job
I'm an illegal, a mexican slob

(this is not racist, mexicans are not a race, I am justly bigoted, as they break my Countrys' laws, hence my derision)


Don't even know the laws of this land
but do I care? I come from a lawless band
don't care about what needs to done
In my own homeland, I'm gone, on the run
then I can send, some money back home
screw this country, they falling like Rome
and anyway, we were here first
killed all the natives, bred with a thirst
now it is time to reclaim all our land
that we had first stolen, from the now gringo clan
but first, I am getting me a chalupa
I'm kinda hungry, the van was was not sup a.

Merry Christmas. g