KOSAN BELLS
Dashing through the aisles
Packing every shoe
Hoping volumes light
If we don’t get our way
We’ll let the lights come on
Lighting up the floor
Like the Griswald’s lawn
Bell to Bell, Geard smells
Patti wants a light day
Volumnes low so she might go
And you never know whose gay.
For those of who don't work out at Payless this little song might not mean much. But for those of that do it is real funny. Last year me and a friend of mine, Randi, came up with alternative words to some Christmas carols that pertain to work. I will publish a few of these over the next couple of days. 'TILL NEXT TIME
THE GREAT ONE
1 comment:
You guys did a good job. I wish I was there to help with it. :)
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