Ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling lyrics

[Hook: Sufjan Stevens & Busdriver]
Ding-a-ling-a-ling (yeah, yeah)
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling
Christmas time
Ding-a-ling-a-ling (oh, god)
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling
Yeah, I'm up for a cup of egg nog
And we got a pocket full of bullets
Real talk
(Merry something!)

[Verse 1: Busdriver]
It’s about that time of the year to sit on an unforgettable lap
Lash your ass [?] my sexual act
Now my quips [?] involves dipping right-wingers in a chemical vat
Santa read my miserable scratch, let me pull diamonds from your intestinal track
Ah (I) am heading to mega ball, head like a tetherball, [?] Kris Kringle (what?)
But everybody looking for the motherf*cking Lego with a [?]
When I found out [?] armoured truck
Crystals, wine and drug busts
[?] mall security got rid of Santa due to budget cuts
Man, enough's enough
I mean you can't put a price on a Jesus [?]
Nor the Genie, I’m eating spaghetti not tortolini
Because I [?] with numbers
My [?] all black [?] and orange beenie
What sort of meanie would bring a box cutter to my Christmas
[Hook: Sufjan Stevens & Busdriver]
Ding-a-ling-a-ling (come on)
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling
I mean, how the f*ck will they get rid of Christmas due to budget cuts
And how can a mall fire the actual Santa, you know what I'm saying
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling
I tell ya, it didn't go over well
It was nothing but melee, you know what I mean
They still had Christmas, but he fired Santa
Let me tell you how it went

[Verse 2: Busdriver]
Bloodlust replaced holiday cheer (cheer)
[?]
A glass of [?], frappuccinos made from milk, reindeer and sort of pastor people
Cashier's flashing ghoulish grins
Hellions [?] sin
After all rise and falsify, you're all tired of rewrapping gifts from the dustbin
(What about the Clauses)
[?] Santa's workshop to Papua New Guinea
Sold Elves via human trafficking
And Mrs. Claus she busting new titties
As it maligns [?] couple, and the tabloid
[?] black void
[?] television
Ride into Hell's kitchen
Now they're [?] more than Mel Gibson
[Hook: Sufjan Stevens & Busdriver]
Ding-a-ling-a-ling (uh!)
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling
Man, and the Clauses have to vilify for this sh*t
They’re not the one’s that made Christmas suck
You know, it wasn't them
Ding-a-ling-a-ling (they just work there)
Ding-a-ling (they work at Christmas)
Ding-a-ling-a-ling (which is a building)
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling (you know what I mean)
Anyway, you can’t just get rid of Christmas
It's like a war, it's a billion dollar industry
So, check out how it went

[Verse 3: Busdriver & Sufjan Stevens]
All many malls became wild dust bowls
Because everybody wanted Santa back
[?] uphold this vanishing act
We need our [?] for our most optimal winter to stay in business
For the second egonomic vigor
The bottomline saved Christmas (ding, ding)
Come on say it b*tches
The bottomline saved Christmas (ding, ding)
Come on say it b*tches
The bottomline saved Christmas (ding)
Yeah, the bottomline saved Christmas
[?] abysses
The bottomline saved Christmas (ding, ding)
Whatever (ding, ding)
[Hook: Sufjan Stevens]
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
Ding-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling
Ding-a-ling-a-ling
Ding-a-ling
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