Chipmunks Redeux

Tune: The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole
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Chipmunks roasting on an open fire,
Their eyes bulge out and then explode,
Machine gun fire opens up on the crowd,
And folks fall down like dominos.

Everybody knows, an Uzi and some hand grenades,
Help to make the season bright.
Tiny tots, bound and gagged in their beds,
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know that Santa's on his way,
He's got a chainsaw, and he's gonna make them pay,
And every mother's child is gonna spy,
To watch their daddy shoot them reindeer from the sky.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
For by now, the tots are turning blue,
Although it's been said many times, many ways,
Merry Christmas . . . to you.

Keywords: holiday, Christmas, torture, insult, animal