| Get off your sledand go to bed
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| Don"t you ever tire?
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| Throw a bone, I"m finally home
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| Curled up by the fire
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| Snow is falling from the sky like ashes from an urn
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| Sweet dreams, my little one
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| Now it"s my turn
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| Well, Christmas is going to the dogs
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| We"d rather have chew toys than Yule logs
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| And things aren"t looking very good, it"s true
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| So I"ll just lay here and chew
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| Now, when I sleep I like to dream
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| Of rabbits in the snow
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| Jumping right into my jaws
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| From their rabbit hole
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| Take one home and set him down right next to you shoes
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| Wake up to a big surprise
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| My gift to you
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| And Christmas is going to the dogs
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| We"d rather have chew toys than Yule logs
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| And things aren"t looking very good, it"s true
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| So I"ll just lay here and chew
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| And Christmas is going to the dogs
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| We"re scarfing down the turkey and egg nog
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| And things aren"t looking very good, it"s true
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| So I"ll just lay here and chew
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| So I"ll just stay here and chew… |