Ho Ho Ho Lyrics - Ho: A Dan Band Christmas - The Dan Band

Ho, ho, ho 

Get offa the street it's chilly outside 

And it's starting to snow, snow, snow 

Baby, listen to me 

It was late in December 

And she was walkin' her beat 

She could not remember 

When she'd been off of her feet 

Snowflakes were fallin' 

As she spotted her date for Christmas Eve 

She had to move quickly 

'Cause snow was meltin' all up in her brand new weave 

Up in the night sky 

She heard the jingle bells ring 

He swooped down with his reindeer 

Saw her doin' her thangity, thangity thing 

He parked on the rooftop 

Of the steamy old hatchback Chevrolet 

He knew he could help her 

He popped an Altoid and hopped out of his sleigh 

And he said 

Ho, ho, ho 

Get offa the street it's chilly outside 

And it's starting to snow, snow, snow 

Listen to me 

It's 20 below, low, low 

You don't need another nasty old Johnny 

Payin' for the poonani, baby 

No, no, no, why can't you see? 

She said, "Damn you got some fresh breath, dude 

And I like your friggin ride 

But you gonna have to wait your turn 

I gotta customer inside" 

He said "You ain't got to do this, baby 

Come away with me tonight 

I'll give you a job at my place 

Ho in on the holiday ain't right" 

And he said 

Ho, ho, ho 

Get offa the street it's chilly outside 

And it's starting to snow, snow, snow 

Baby, listen to me 

It's 20 below, low, low 

You don't need another nasty old Johnny 

Payin' for the poonani, baby 

No, no, no, why can't you see? 

Maybe it was his tone of voice 

That persuaded her to leave 

Maybe she knew she had better things 

She could be doin' on Christmas Eve 

Maybe it was the girl inside 

Rememberin' dreams she'd planned 

Maybe it was the 100 dollars 

That he slipped into her hand 

She got into his sleigh that night 

And he showed her the North Pole 

She got a job takin' care of the elves 

Head of population control 

Since she knows nice from naughty 

She helps Santa make his list 

She loves it there, Santa loves her too 

But Mrs. Claus is frikin' pissed 

Ho, ho, ho 

Get offa the street it's chilly outside 

And it's startin' to snow, snow, snow 

Baby, listen to me 

It's 20 below, low, low 

You don't need another nasty old Johnny 

Payin' for the poonani, baby 

No, no, no, why can't you see? 

Ho, ho, ho