Christmas Snow—Take Three

I was afraid this would happen: instead of dashing off a lyric, blogging it, and moving on to the next item on the agenda, I'm beginning to edit in public. Boring to read, and it stalls the feast of reason and the flow of soul. But, having come this far, I press on, like Lee's Nails.

Somewhere along the line, folks took to singing Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer with interjections after each line. Wikipedia reports the usual ones, with a few variations. So I figure mine ought to have 'em, too, before someone else writes 'em for me:

There was Hendrix, and Joplin, and then Harry Nilsson;
Jerry Garcia, and poor Brian Wilson:
Only one survived,
Though his fame was rather shortlived—

Ricky, the snot-nosed rock star (rock star),
Hadn’t any septum left (what a freakazoid).
Doctors who saw his palate (palate)
Told him that the thing was cleft (who—Montgomery?).

Younger and hipper rockers (rockers)
Thought of Rick as just a joke (cut the comedy),
Strung out like someone’s laundry (laundry)
Hangin' on a line of coke (not the soda pop).

At Live 8, the cops arrived,
Seizing all the snow (what a tragedy).
Rick’s, alone, escaped the bulls—
Taped behind his testicles.

Now all the cokeheads praise him (praise him),
Sucking up with all their might (like Electrolux).
Ricky, the snot-nosed rock star (rock star)
Keeps 'em high as Franklin's kite (in the stratosphere).

Lyric © 2005 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov