Terry Allen - X-Mas On The Isthmus lyrics
[Terry Allen - X-Mas On The Isthmus lyrics]
It's X mas on the Isthmus of Panama
We're listless this Christmas no Santa Claus
No wise men, no angels no mistletoe trucks
No reindeer, no shepherds
We're shit out of luck
Ah we hung all our stockings
On the palm trees with care
Stayed up all night still nothin there
So we snorted some incense
And shot up some myrrh
Stayed up two more days just to make sure
Ah it's X mas on the Isthmus of Panama
It's hopeless, we're dopeless no Santa Claus
No wise men, no angels no mistletoe trucks
No reindeer, no shepherds
We're shit out of luck
Bethlehembethle her bethle you
Bethle-me mucho
Ah there抯 something about X mas
That brings me to tears snowmen an chestnuts
An roastin reindeers
That story from the Bible god's only son
The immaculate injection ah you know the one
Well they wadn't from around here
They was Judean strangers
So they called up the front desk
"Let me speak to the Manger"
There was horses, there was cows
There was sheep, there was pigs
Mary asked Joseph "Hey who booked this gig?"
Ah it's X mas on the Isthmus of Panama
We're shiftless, we抮e giftless
No Santa Claus no wise men, no angels
No mistletoe trucks
No reindeer, no shepherds
We're shit out of luck
Bethlehembethle her bethle you
Bethle-me mucho
We're listless this Christmas no Santa Claus
No wise men, no angels no mistletoe trucks
No reindeer, no shepherds
We're shit out of luck
Ah we hung all our stockings
On the palm trees with care
Stayed up all night still nothin there
So we snorted some incense
And shot up some myrrh
Stayed up two more days just to make sure
Ah it's X mas on the Isthmus of Panama
It's hopeless, we're dopeless no Santa Claus
No wise men, no angels no mistletoe trucks
No reindeer, no shepherds
We're shit out of luck
Bethlehembethle her bethle you
Bethle-me mucho
Ah there抯 something about X mas
That brings me to tears snowmen an chestnuts
An roastin reindeers
That story from the Bible god's only son
The immaculate injection ah you know the one
Well they wadn't from around here
They was Judean strangers
So they called up the front desk
"Let me speak to the Manger"
There was horses, there was cows
There was sheep, there was pigs
Mary asked Joseph "Hey who booked this gig?"
Ah it's X mas on the Isthmus of Panama
We're shiftless, we抮e giftless
No Santa Claus no wise men, no angels
No mistletoe trucks
No reindeer, no shepherds
We're shit out of luck
Bethlehembethle her bethle you
Bethle-me mucho