So Rudolph made an appearance
Or so you'd think
Judging by the spot upon my forehead
All week in the dusk and nothing to fettle my beauty
Oh no
Till today
Planes tried to land on me
Cars stopped as I walked on by
And my mirror drooled awaiting its feed of white
My head had a new head
Potion lotion fail
And I had turned into a fine shade of a red Umpa Lumpa
Squeeze it
Push it
Pop it good
Santa has a new hood ......
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
So Rudolph made an appearance
Or so you'd think
Judging by the spot upon my forehead
All week in the dusk and nothing to fettle my beauty
Oh no
Till today
Planes tried to land on me
Cars stopped as I walked on by
And my mirror drooled awaiting its feed of white
My head had a new head
Potion lotion fail
And I had turned into a fine shade of a red Umpa Lumpa
Squeeze it
Push it
Pop it good
Santa has a new hood ......
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