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Jeff Dunham

Just thinking of christmas Makes me want to cry Cuz thats the time of year that my back was never dry We climb out of the ryder truck and race across

(Peanut): The days are growing shorter And the nights are growing colder We know Santa's on his way We can't wait another day I want a brand new skateboard

I hate Christmas, Christmas in Hollywood. No one gives you fruit cakes, there's no carolers in the yard, the only fruit cakes I've seen are on Sunset

our heads together and decided to pick the locks. Gonna make or break and celebrate, Christmas outside the box. Christmas outside the box. Christmas outside the box. Jeff

Dashing through the sand with a bomb strapped to my back. I have a nasty plan for Christmas in Iraq. I got through checkpoint A, but not through checkpoint

Dashing through the sand. With a bomb strapped to my back. I have a nasty plan. For Christmas in Iraq.I got through checkpoint A. But not through checkpoint