Well, it's Christmas time in Tinseltown again Well, it's been so long, Ol' St. Nick where have you been With your Christmas lights, those tourist brights, egg nog, and rum I sent a Christmas card to the boulevard; to Jack the bum But I know when it snows at night That I get to hold you oh so tight And kiss you under the mistletoe tonight Well it's Christmas time in Tinseltown again... Well it's Christmas time in Tinseltown again I know it's been a year, but man it feels like ten All the hoods are here to spread the Christmas cheer, handguns and wine I got my pocket picked from Ol' St. Nick, but I'm feelin' fine Scotty: Christmas time, shmishmas time, Jack. I was down in Tinseltown the other day, and I believe that Santa Claus picked my pocket! All: Awwww, man. Kurt: That's terrible, man. Scotty: Kid, you were there. When you were sitting on Santa's lap, what did you ask Santa for? Glen: Yo, man, I asked Santa Claus for a shiny gold trumpet and a big Kahuna Burger, 'cause those are some tasty burgers! All: Yeah! Right on. Glen: Yo man, Luscious, what did you ask him for? Andy: Well, I just asked him for a tiny little saxophone to give to my little boy, Nate. All: That's cute. Andy: Hey Jeff, what would you like for Christmas? Jeff: You know what I'd like for Christmas, man? I would just like to meet the greatest trombone player that's ever lived, J. J. Johnson. Dirk: That's cool. All: Right on. Glen: Trombone?!?! Jeff: What about you, Nature, what would you like? Kurt: I'd like to grow a goatee, baby! All: Yeah! Glen: Get real man, you can't grow a goatee, man. You gotta eat meat first! Andy: Never happen, man. Never happen. Kurt: How about you Dirk? Dirk: Uh, I want a brand new pair of black Stacy Adams shoes to go dancing in. All: Alright! Nice. Yeah! Dirk: Anyway, what do you want for Christmas, Scotty? Scotty: Well, I've been thinkin' about it, Jack, and I'd like world peace. All: Awwwww Scotty: And some white-walls for my '59 Belair! All: Alright! Well it's Christmas time in Tinseltown again... What do you want for Christmas, baby?