A Global Warming Christmas--Lyrics
By Lauren Lane Powell
VERSE It’s the first week of December, but no chill is in the air. In fact, it’s kind of balmy, and in Indiana rare. See the trees begin to bud, and folks are fine in knickers. It’s a global warming Christmas. Get the grill. Unpack the wicker.
CHORUS 1 The reindeer need rain gear. Santa needs a slicker. The ground is warmer than the air, The fog is getting thicker. The sleigh is sludging through the snow It can’t go any quicker. Rudolph’s brights and backup lights are nothing but a flicker.
VERSE It’s the middle of December, but no snow is on the ground. I thought I saw a robin, whose offspring has been found. He felt the sun upon his face. July was on his mind, On a global warming Christmas; the Texas, Florida kind.
CHORUS 2 The reindeer need rain gear. Santa needs a slicker. The ground is warmer than the air, The fog is getting thicker. The sleigh is sludging through the snow It can’t go any quicker. This global warming Christmas can’t be good for Santa’s ticker.
VERSE It’s the last week of December, but it’s seventy degrees. I think I can still get a tan amidst the birds and bees. I see the flowers poking up. They’re quite convinced it’s spring. The silly birdies must have heard. They’re also partying.
CHORUS 1
CODA Global warming Christmas… Global warming Christmas… Global warming Christmas… It’s a global warming Christmas… A global warming Christmas… It’s a global warming Christmas.
©1997 Long Paws Productions This arrangement published 2009 by Heart Wind Music, LLC Rearrangement for personal use permitted
VERSE It’s the first week of December, but no chill is in the air. In fact, it’s kind of balmy, and in Indiana rare. See the trees begin to bud, and folks are fine in knickers. It’s a global warming Christmas. Get the grill. Unpack the wicker.
CHORUS 1 The reindeer need rain gear. Santa needs a slicker. The ground is warmer than the air, The fog is getting thicker. The sleigh is sludging through the snow It can’t go any quicker. Rudolph’s brights and backup lights are nothing but a flicker.
VERSE It’s the middle of December, but no snow is on the ground. I thought I saw a robin, whose offspring has been found. He felt the sun upon his face. July was on his mind, On a global warming Christmas; the Texas, Florida kind.
CHORUS 2 The reindeer need rain gear. Santa needs a slicker. The ground is warmer than the air, The fog is getting thicker. The sleigh is sludging through the snow It can’t go any quicker. This global warming Christmas can’t be good for Santa’s ticker.
VERSE It’s the last week of December, but it’s seventy degrees. I think I can still get a tan amidst the birds and bees. I see the flowers poking up. They’re quite convinced it’s spring. The silly birdies must have heard. They’re also partying.
CHORUS 1
CODA Global warming Christmas… Global warming Christmas… Global warming Christmas… It’s a global warming Christmas… A global warming Christmas… It’s a global warming Christmas.
©1997 Long Paws Productions This arrangement published 2009 by Heart Wind Music, LLC Rearrangement for personal use permitted
