An old Mad Magazine Christmas Carol parody: “We three clods from Omaha areSpending Christmas Eve in a carDriving, drinking, glasses clinkingWho needs a lousy bar?
Ohh…Drink to Charlie. Drink to PaulDrink to friends we can’t recallSwerving, speedingSigns unheedingDrink to anything at all
We three clods are feeling no painDrunk as skunks with booze on the brainSenses losing‘Til we’re cruisingInto a wrong way lane
Ohh…Drink to Melvin. Drink to FredDrink to those two trucks aheadHeadlights flashingScreeching, crashingDrink till they pronounce us dead
An old Mad Magazine Christmas Carol parody: “We three clods from Omaha areSpending Christmas Eve in a carDriving, drinking, glasses clinkingWho needs a lousy bar?
Ohh…Drink to Charlie. Drink to PaulDrink to friends we can’t recallSwerving, speedingSigns unheedingDrink to anything at all
We three clods are feeling no painDrunk as skunks with booze on the brainSenses losing‘Til we’re cruisingInto a wrong way lane
Ohh…Drink to Melvin. Drink to FredDrink to those two trucks aheadHeadlights flashingScreeching, crashingDrink till they pronounce us dead