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CONVICT'S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the cells,
The convicts were locked up
All madder than hell!
Except for the lifers
Kicked back in their bunks,
Heads filled with visions
Of fat little punks.
When suddenly from the roof top
There arose such a roar,
That the bulls thought it was
A riot for sure!
The goon squad ran in
And stood ready to hit.
A big guard yelled out,
"Who started this shit?"
"It came from the roof top,"
Sniveled a snitch.
"It must be a breakout.
Oh, son of a bitch!"
They climbed to the roof
By way of the stairs,
Found a fat little freak
In red underwear.
"No, No!" yelled the dude.
"I bring you good cheer!"
"Damn!" said the Captain.
"We found us a queer."
"Alright mother fucker,
Get your hands on the wall!"
They shook him down good,
Asshole and all.
They beat him and threw him
Into the hole with a kick.
Well so much for Christmas,
They locked up St. Nick!
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