T'was the night before Eastern Creek
And all through the paddock
Everbody Ford Fan Wanted to hit
Skaife and Murphy with a mattock.
Geoff Polities is out the back
Printing more ‘Falcon Champion’ flyers
While Flinty’s down at FPR
Making sure Bezzy doesn’t steal any tyres
Max Wilson’s on television
Saying Shell Helix is the place to be
While his manager’s down at 888
Finalising contracts so he can flee
Team Brock Betta Electrical
Doesn’t know how to feel
Need a new name and new sponsors
Now they’re owned by Kees Weel
Cochrane is crowing
It’s the best series yet
With the rule changes used to rig it
He had no need to fret
Murphy’s had enough
Of Grech and HRT
Telling him as long as he comes second
K-Mart is the place to be
Marcus screams off the line
And leads them into the sun
All he can think of
Is the coveted number 1
Ross Stone’s on the headset
coaching the Enforcer
When he shakes his fist like this
Make sure you drive towards the tosser
And the fans all rejoice
When he takes home the crown
And chant Skaifey is a wanker
To that sore losing clown!
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how bout,
T'was the night before christmas 2003
an flaves sittin in his half a day old xr8 ute
with a boner as big as a tree!!!!
it aint long, an pretty but it fills my heart with joy...... :)
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Last edited by flavze; 12-08-2003 at 03:32.
Reason: cus i aint waitin till 2004 for it.. dumbfcuk
I posted this in the schoolies thread as I could'nt have been bothered to create its own thread, many of you have probably not seen it, its probably more appropriate to put in this thread:
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the trailer
Not a creature was stirrin'
'Cept a redneck named Taylor.
His first name was Bubba,
Joe was his middle,
And a-runnin' down his chin
Was a trickle of spittle.
His socks, they were hung
by the chimney with care,
And therefore there was
a foul stench in the air.
From out in the yard
There came such a noise
That Bubba got scared
And rousted the boys.
There was Rufus, 12;
Jim Bob was 11;
Dud goin' on 10;
Otis was 7.
John, George and Chucky
Were 5,4, and 3:
The twins were both girls
So they let them be.
They jumped in their overalls,
No need for a shirt,
Threw a hat on each head,
Then turned with a jerk.
They ran to the gun rack
That hung on the wall.
There were 17 shotguns;
They grabbed them all.
Bubba said to the young'uns,
"Now hesh up ya'll!
The last thing we wanna do
Is wake up yer Maw."
Maw was expecting
And needed her sleep,
So out they crept out the door
Without making a peep.
They all looked around,
and then they all spit.
The young'uns asked Bubba,
"Paw, what is it?"
Bubba just stared;
He could not say a word.
This was just like all of
The stories he'd heard.
It was Santy Claus on the roof,
Darn tootin'
But the boys didn't know;
They was about to start shootin'!
They aimed their shotguns
and nearly made a mistake
That would have resulted
in venison steak.
Bubba hollered out,
"Don't shoot, boys!"
That's Santy Claus
And he's brought us some toys.
The dogs were a-barkin'
And a-raisin' cain,
And Bubba whistled, and shouted,
And called them by name.
"Down, Spot! Shut up Bullet!
Quiet, Pete and Roscoe!
Git, Turnip and Tater
and Sam and old Joe!"
"Git down from that porch!
Git down off that wall!
Quit shakin the trailer,
Or you'll make Santy fall!"
The dogs kept a-barkin'
And wouldn't shut up,
And they trampled poor Pete
Who was only a pup.
Santy opened his bag,
And threw out some toys.
Bubba got most,
But left a few for the boys.
From up on the roof
Santa heaved a great sigh.
Since the guns had been dropped
He just might not die.
He jumped in his sleigh,
Told his reindeer to hurry.
The trailer started to wobble
Santa started to worry.
Just as the reindeer
Got into the air,
The trailer collapsed,
But Bubba didn't care.
He was busy lookin'
At all his new toys.
Then a thought hit him,
And he said to the boys:
"Go check on yer Maw,
Make sure she's all right.
That roof fallin' on her
Could-a hurt just a might."
But Maw was OK,
And the girls were too.
They fixed up the trailer;
It looked good as new.
And as for Bubba,
He liked Old St. Nick,
But Santa thought Bubba
Was a pure-in-tee hick!
Bubba had a nice Christmas,
And the boys did, too.
And the Taylors wish
A Merry Christmas to you!
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