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Video: Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer
Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer – Postmodern Jukebox ft. Sunny Holiday
Running time: 3 minutes
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Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
She’d been drinkin’ too much eggnog,
And we’d begged her not to go.
But she’d left her medication,
So she stumbled out the door into the snow.
When they found her Christmas mornin’,
At the scene of the attack,
There were hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin’ Claus marks on her back.
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve.
(On her way home)
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
(Say there’s no Santa)
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
(Lord, we believe)
Now we’re all so proud of Grandpa,
He’s been takin’ this so well.
See him in there watchin’ football,
Drinkin beer and playin’ cards with cousin Belle.
It’s not Christmas without Grandma.
All the family’s dressed in black.
And we just can’t help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve.
(Midnight before Christmas)
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
(Say there’s no Santa)
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
(Lord, we believe)
Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of fig.
And a blue and silver candle
That would have just matched the hair in grandma’s wig.
I’ve warned all my friends and neighbors.
“Better watch out for yourselves.
They should never give a license,
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.”
R: Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve.
(Minding her own business)
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
(What do you mean there’s no Santa?)
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
(Lord, we believe)
Oh, As for me and Grandpa, we believe.
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There was a red-nosed fellow tap dancing on my roof last night. When I asked him what he was doing, he just said practicing.
He then invited me to share some grog or nog, before his endless slog with the other reindeer drones. They were waiting for the big old narcissist to appear, ensconcing himself on the sleigh: his mobile throne. So Grandma being run over by a reindeer? A story that could be just as true as this one, but don’t hold the phone.
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hahaha.
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Thank you, Margo!
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What they found was a doppelgänger who magically disappeared. We grandma’s need our own song.
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Bill Withers has some great songs inspired by his grandma. Grandma’s hands, Lean on Me, Ain’t No Sunshine. I can’t post them here because their rights are protected. But they include some of my favorite songs.
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I love his songs.
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I swear the phone added the apostrophe. I would never…
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oh no! change that story… truth is she ran off with Santa cause he was more fun than grampa, and the reindeer delicately lifted her up on his horns so she could climb into Mr Santa’s sleigh and ride off into the sunset with him and where they sipped spiked eggnog and stayed cozy all the rest of the winter !!Bye bye grampa, hello igloo.
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Hahahaha. I love it, Margo!
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