Deck the halls with boughs of holly. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. 'Tis the season to be jolly. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. Don we now our gay apparel.
yonder comes willy he's a passin on a hill he don't. dress nice but he drives straight to kill. . Burma Shave, Burma Shave. Burma Shave, Burma Shave. I bet I've seen a million roads.
Deck the halls with boughs of holly. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. 'Tis the season to be jolly. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. Don we now our gay apparel.
Woke up one bright morning,. Woke up in the rain,. Woke up to the sunshine and the pain,. . Stood out in the rosebuds,. Stood out in the dew,. Stood out in the clear and got a clue--.