[A seasonal hymn for your Turnaround enjoyment.]

(Spritely, as though sung by little elves who haven't yet

seen the mallet coming down.)

Let's gather 'round the Stanky tree.

See all the gifts for you and me,

all bought with sanctified money.

It's Turnaround time in Dallas.

 

Oh Santa "Bob" sells lots of stuff,

and even though we have enough,

we buy more. Gee, ain't life tough?

It's Turnaround time in Dallas.

 

(This is the slower middle part.)

It's so freezy and breezy and slushy.

The skulls of the Normworms get mushy.

Overmen and Uberwomen, get gushy!

It's time for Turnaround fun.

 

That old bastard will show up like last year.

Anti-aircraft can't wait 'til he gets here.

Church radar is targeting reindeer!

It's time for Turnaround fun.

 

(Back to the cutesy shit)

Cute little bunnies in my sights.

Pumpkins flying paper kites.

We'll stuff a turkey with pretty lights,

It's Turnaround time in Dallas.

The friendly fire burns so high,

burning the Turnaround railroad tie.

The Pinks on the train will probably die,

It's Turnaround time in Dallas.

 

 

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(@ @)\DynaSoar\___, Doktor DynaSoar Iridium, Scienfictiontologist

ll ll Yetii Genetii Research InstiToot, Somedamnwhere, VA

Clench of The One True Pipe Dream, ElectroChurch of the SubGenius

May your screen live long and phosphor.