More Holiday tunes

On Christmas evening, here’s another mp3 upload from the Chazzy archives – this one an original tune that I penned early in the 90’s.

Our two-year-old child is kind of wild
Whatever we want, he fights
But at Christmas, the infant is tender and mild —
That’s what happens when the humbug bites!

Our everyday fare is rather spare,
Some Vitamin C and rice,
But at Christmas, we dine on roast beef, rare —
That’s what happens when the humbug bites!

I’m usually hip but I lose my grip
When the holidays nip the air.
I mumble along to a jive old song.
Maybe it’s square, but I don’t care!

Our normal decor is quite a bore,
All beiges and creams and whites.
The holidays, though, bring glitz galore
And colorful things from roof to floor
Like tinsel and twinkling lights.
Boy, that humbug!
He be some bug!
That’s what happens when the humbug bites!

The recording is in stunning lo-fi cassette audio, but captures the Dave Frishberg-ian whimsy of this holiday creation. The last stanza of the lyric will seem especially apropos when viewing the pix below.

When The Humbug Bites

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