I'm a Dr. Demento fan.
It's So Chic To Be Pregnant At Christmas
It's so chic to be pregnant at Christmas.
I feel like the round yon virgin of yore.
Cuz though I have a warm bed to sleep in
There's no room for me when I go to the store.
Cuz the aisles are so narrow and crowded.
Christmas shopping has never been such a pain.
Oops, here comes another Braxton-Hicks contraction
And I'm knockin' over knick-knacks again.
Ooh the salesclerks are so friendly this Christmas.
One said, "Oh, GOD, lady, don't have it here!"
Their discretion and manners go right out the door
When I and my stomach appear.
People like to put their hands on my fundus
And they want to know exactly when I'm due.
I say, "Why do you care? Are you plannin' to be there?
I could use an extra labor coach or two."
I am such fun at a party
Trying hard to get high on life
Desperately avoiding the smokers
And being introduced as someone's little wife.
(Chorus

Not-so-little wife
No, I enjoy being pregnant at Christmas
Though my identity is draining away.
And if I ever get asked my opinion again
I'll simply smile and continue to crochet.
It's so biblical to be pregnant at Christmas
No matter what stories you believe.
And only suffer from gravid senilis
And heartburn and nausea and charley-horses and overwhelming fatigue and frequent micturation and varicose veins and swollen ankles and shortness of breath and that .. tired achy feeling in the groin.
But I won't be alone on New Year's Eve!
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
The Pretty Little Dolly
DEAR SANTA CLAUS:
MY MOMMY AND DADDY SAID THAT IF I WAS VERY GOOD,
I COULD HAVE WHATEVER I WANTED FOR CHRISTMAS.
WELL, I WOULD LIKE A DOLLY FOR CHRISTMAS.
IT IS A VERY SPECIAL DOLLY.
I SAW IT ADVERTISED ON TELEVISION.
IN CASE YOU DON'T KNOW WHICH DOLLY I MEAN,
I WILL TRY TO DESCRIBE IT TO YOU.
THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY CAN SIT.
THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY CAN STAND.
SHE WILL EVEN WALK AROUND THE ROOM IF YOU TAKE HER HAND.
THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY CAN TURN.
THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY CAN DANCE.
IF YOU FEED HER WATER THROUGH A TUBE, SHE'LL WET HER PANTS.
CLOSE TO FIRES......SHE PERSPIRES.
IF YOU GIVE HER A PLAYFUL SQUEEZE,
SHE WILL COUGH, AND BELCH AND SNEEZE.
OH THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY'S SO CUTE.
THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY'S SO REAL.
IF YOU TAKE HER OUT INTO THE SUN, SHE BURNS,
AND THREE DAYS LATER SHE'LL PEEL.
THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY CAN SING.
THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY CAN SHOUT.
HOLD HER FOOTSIES HIGH ABOVE HER HEAD, AND SHE PASSES OUT.
THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY CAN PLEAD.
THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY CAN BEG.
AND SHE SCREAMS IN REALISTIC PAIN WHEN YOU BREAK HER LEG.
HEAVY DRINKING, GETS HER STINKING.
ON HER BACK YOU CAN TURN A KEY,
AND SHE GOES THROUGH PUBERTY.
OH THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY CAN WET. THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY CAN CRY.
IF YOU PUT A PLASTIC BAG AROUND HER HEAD...
SHE'LL CHOKE, TURN PURPLE AND DIE.
OH SANTA, REMEMBER YOUR PART.
DON'T BREAK A LITTLE GIRL'S HEART.
DON'T FORGET THIS CHRISTMAS, THE PRETTY LITTLE DOLLY IS THE PRESENT YOU MUST BRING.
REMEMBER THAT FAT BOY, BRING THAT KID, IF YOU WANT TO SEE NEW YEAR'S EVE.
The original version of this was sung on the Tonight Show and you can hear Johnny Carson laughing in the background.
The Chimney Song
There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is,
But it's been there all night long.
Well, I waited up for Santa all Christmas night
But he never came and it don't seem right.
And there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't make a sound,
But I wish you Merry Christmas.
There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is,
But it's been there all week long.
Well, the dog keeps barking up the chimney flue
And we don't know what we're going to do.
Cause there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't move around,
And it's been a week since Christmas.
There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is,
But it's been there all month long.
Well, it's jammed up tight above the fireplace
Now the house smells funny, such a big disgrace.
That there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't talk at all,
And it's been there since last Christmas.
There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is,
But it's been there all year long.
I'll been waiting up for Santa like I did last year
But my brother says, "He's already here."
And he's stuck up in the chimney
And he doesn't say a word
And he'll be there every Christmas.
And we'll have him every Christmas