Christmas Pies
(song: Jingle Bells)

To the store we go,
Buying our supplies
Then we knead our dough
Preparing our surprise

We smell crusts we bake,
We set them out to cool
And we know that they will break
When thrown by stooge or fool, Oh,


(chorus)
Christmas Pies, Christmas Pies
Flying 'round the place
Oh what fun it is to see one
Splat in someone's fa-ace

Christmas Pies, Christmas Pies
Flying 'round the place
Oh what fun it is to see one
Splat in someone's face


It's pudding that will fill
The crusts that ready are
Thrown pies will cause a thrill
Like seeing shooting stars

Then we add the cream
To make the pies splat right
And the faces that will beam
Will make the place be bright, Oh

(chorus)

Then we'll cause a scene
My face will get a splat
And though my throw is keen
My wife will duck like that

An honored guest it strikes
And by his thrown reply
Will start the fight that we all like
And the pies will fly. Oh

(chorus, repeated until people are tired of singing)