Just a little lyrical nonsense, to the tune of Jimmy Buffett’s “Ho Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Rum”…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KE0LtovZ2jo
Santa's stressed out as the derma blade season draws near
He's been checking the same spots now going on two thousand years
He's got pains in his brain and skin C scars cover his buns
He hates to admit it, but this mass is all work no fun
He needs a vacation from Black Cancer Nation, you know
Mr. Claus has escape plans, a secret that only he knows
Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams
A break from this life, his half frozen hide
The oncs and that damn clinic team
Ho Ho Ho and all mottled from sun
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
He thinks about boat drinks and sunnin’ till done
Ho Ho Ho it’s more trouble in sun
That radiation and blast dermabrasions aren't good
He wants to go back to simple days, laid out when could
Just for the weekend he'd like to be Mister Tan
Get out of his long johns and dance with a Bud in the sand
Ho Ho Ho and all mottled from sun
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, the magnet steel drums
Ho Ho Ho and some MRI fun
Ho Ho Ho and all mottled from sun
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, the magnet steel drums
Ho Ho Ho hand him bottle of rum
Ho Ho Ho and all mottled from sun
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be all fright
Sporting no tan ‘cuz his hide’s out of sight
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night
He’ll be back in a week
Don’t worry kids
We all need a break
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