Hey look everybody,
it's anti -records recording artist
Nico
Case.
Hey
Meatwad.
Yeah, hey.
What you doing in my house, girl?
Well, you invited me.
We're friends,
Meatwad, remember?
Oh, yeah, right.
Yeah, I know.
You ain't no cop, are you?
Because you're supposed to say if you is.
No, I'm not a cop.
Oh, good.
Nico, I'm glad you're here.
Let's you and me sing a song
about the best
Christmas gift of all.
The wonder comes from deeper than,
from the nose region, specifically.
Santa left a booger in my stocking.
Santa left a smear of
Christmas cheer.
Saint
Nick swiped and wiped and left
me something ripe.
I knew I'd been a good boy this year.
Meet what someone left a
booger in your stocking.
But I don't think that they
meant it as a gift
I really think the issue was they
couldn't find the tis sue
And they used your stocking
as a handkerchief
No, it was
Santa who left a booger in my
stocking nuclear case
And he made sure it was
Christmas bright and green
He took his mitten off and shoved his
finger up the booger trough
And brought a gift down his
nurse chimney
Meatwad,
you leave boogers everywhere
Under tabletops and chairs
You left
Santa some snacks
Three boogers and earwax
You strung boogers round the tree
With bullets on boogers underneath
An d on the back door, by the porch
You left a boogery
Wait, are you saying I might have left
a booger in my own stocking?
Well, negro kids,
they just don't make no sense.
Every time I pick a winner,
I make that winner dinner.
And I digest all the evidence.
No, it was
Santa
Claus left a booger in my stocking.
Stop.
You guys, stop.
It's not
Santa's booger meat,
Wad.
What?
I'm sorry, buddy.
It's not
Santa's booger.
Well, shoot,
Nico.
I know that.
You do?
Yeah.
Santa don't make his own boogers.
He's an elf booger.
See, in his workshop up in the
North
Pole,
they grow boogers in the elf nurses.
Santa just picks them and distributes.
He's a middle man.
I just didn't want to complicate
things for the listener.
I know how the operation works,
so we good.
You do the song the way I
Well, I wrote it.
OK,
Santa left a booger in your stocking.
I'm glad that we can finally
agree.
He shoved his finger in his nose
and put out a nugget of gold
for me to complete my snot nativity.
Santa must have had a cold,
because he blew out 24 keg
Don't hold me to complete my
snot nativity
Alright, so you want you some eggnog,
Nico?
Is that nutmeg?
Uh, no, it's milk.
Boogies.
Thank you, no.