Mikey the King

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LYRICS

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVE
Mike King © 2015 - Tremblestems Music (BMI)

It was a cool night on the bad side of Eden
The sky was still brand new
And it was sweet to be with Eve,
Even tho last week she had a little incident
With You-Know-Who -
Jhoomba shaba laba that's okay
She's my baby - everybody makes mistakes
Hey - ey - ! Jhoomba shaba laba - everybody makes mistakes
So why not celebrate?

Merry Christmas to the animals
I've been a little busy and I haven't named them all
Merry Christmas to the critters in the trees
But most of all, everybody, Merry Christmas - Eve.

We live in a tree house 40 feet high
Bundled up together as the snow is blowing by
It sure gets cold when you disobey
The roof is leaking as our eucalyptus sways
Jhoomba shaba laba that's okay
We're both new here - everybody makes mistakes
Hey. Hey! Hey - e - hey - ! So why not just say -

Merry Christmas to the animals
I've been a little busy and I haven't named them all
Merry Christmas to the critters in the trees
But most of all, everybody, Merry Christmas - Eve

Mike King - Vocals & Guitars
Ralph Gilmore - Drums
Steve Grams - Bass
Bill Cashman - Synthesizer, Percussion, & Backing Vocals

THE DONNER PARTY
Mike King © 2015 - Tremblestems Music (BMI)

When the reindeer heard about the party they said
We gotta go, gotta giddy-it-up and go, and they hopped down from the roof.
Soon all eight reindeer were dressed to the nines
And Vixen had a diamond on the bottom of each and every hoof
Woombda woomda wackada ding dong
Zimba wicky dicky everybody sang a reindeer song
And the elves all played along

Our ol' friend Blitzen
Had a totally bad case of Santa Clausterphobia
And he chatted a bit and then he made a beeline to the bar
And Dasher got all hopped up on nobody knows what
And he stole a sleigh and crashed into the manger in a neighbor's yard
Woombda woomda wackada ding dong
Zimba wicky dicky everybody sang a reindeer song
And the elves all sang along

Oh - wee oh! Come on along
To the Donner home in the arctic
Oh - wee oh! Come on along and bring a friend
To the Donner party,
And ya know, if you don't know how to fly
It's still okay - you're all invited anyway.

Alicia, the buffalo with alopecia
Was looking real good
wearing nothing but a belly button ring and a K-Mart lampshade
And a gay pride of lions came strolling in
From some sort of fancy San Francisco parade
Woombda woomda wackada ding dong
Zimba wicky dicky everybody sang a reindeer song
And the elves all sang along

Oh - wee oh! Come on along
To the Donner home in the arctic
Oh - wee oh! Come on along and bring a friend
To the Donner party, and ya know,
If you don't know how to fly
It's still okay - you're all invited anyway.

Mike King - Vocals, Guitars, & Mandolins
Ralph Gilmore - Drums
Mike Levy - Bass
Bill Cashman - Hand drums, Percussion, & Synthesizer
Mark Holdaway - Kalimba
Marco Rosano - Saxophones
Rick (Bobby Valentine) McIver, BC, Mike - Reindeer Vocals
Loralita (The Wind Chime Mahatma) - Wind Chimes
Peckerton Mambazo - Breathtaking South African Vocals

THE CHRISTMAS SONG (aka Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)
Mel Torme & Bob Wells © 1946 Edwin H. Morris & Co. (ASCAP)

Mike King - Bass & Guitars
Bill Cashman - Drums, Percussion, & Synthesizers

LET IT GO! LET IT GO! LET IT GO!
Based upon Lit it Snow!
Sammy Cahn & Jule Styne © 1945 (Producers Music Pub. Co., Inc.)

When the world seems small and spiteful
And you find yourself exciteful
Don't let it take away your mo -
Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!

When you've decked the halls with your well-intended labors
And now you want to deck your friends and neighbors
There's no need to act out like a schmo
Stuff your pants with snow
And let it go! Let it go! Let it go!

When all those tiny tots, fruitcakes, and dreadful Christmas baskets
Make you long for the serenity of a casket
Why not just sit back and have a cup of Joe
And let it go! Let it go! Let it go!

The Great Sir Peckerton Cheswick - Vocals, Arrangement, & much-improved Lyrics:
Amy V, BC, Barb Cardinal - Backing Vocals
Lord Usvolk - Additional Inspiration
Mike King - Bass & Guitars
Bill Cashman - Drums, Percussion, & Synthesizers

MY BLUE MUSE
Mike King © 2015 Tremblestems Music (BMI)

I'm Santa's little brother and I live up here in an igloo
I used to make music but I haven't really been in the mood
I was Santa's little butt-boy workin' on his holiday plan
When my muse appeared - and we started up a band

There's one-nut Willie on the skins and an elf named Chewy
He gets a little funny when he doesn't take his meds
And Clubfoot Ray - he's a reindeer wanted for murder
Cause every time he plays, he knocks 'em dead
And the muse says - La de da, ooh - ooh
La de dah, ah ahhhhh-

She hit me with a song, a simple serenade
Muse: Merry Christmas, I'll be everywhere you want me
And I'll be watchin' out for you
The night wind played along and blew me away -
Muse: Merry Christmas
It's gonna be an upbeat, backbeat Christmas with the caribou
And my Sweet Blue Muse

When Santa found out about the muse and the bluesy music
He chuckled to himself and began to dance
He's an old school cat with the wacky red hat and the work boots
But he knows how to help a brother out
And that's the truth -

La de da, ooh - ooh
La de dah, ah ahhhhh-

Chorus

Mike King - Vocals, Guitars, Reindeer, & Elves
Bill Cashman - Drums & Percussion
Steve Grams - Bass, additional Elves, & Reindeer
Daniel "Sly" Slipetsky - Electric Piano
Rebecca Carlson - The Blue Muse
Gary Love - Saxophone

SHE COULD TURN THE RAIN INTO SNOW
Mike King © 2015 - Tremblestems Music (BMI)

It's a rainy Christmas Eve in my Appalachian cabin
I don't know what is worse - what has or hasn't happened
And the wind outside ain't all that seems to blow, ya know?
Cause I miss her - she could turn the rain into snow

Another broken heart - another self-help intervention
I'm gonna sublimate and meditate to ease my inner tension
And then I'll turn my wounds to wisdom as my self-awareness grows
But I miss her - she could turn the rain into snow

Oooh, what a good-bye. It took us half the evening
Oooh, what a good-bye. Too bad she wrecked it all by leaving
And then I cried myself to sleep beneath my faux mistletoe
She could've have turned my teardrops into snow.

Bridge -
Come back - baby come back
Come back - it was all my fault!
Say what? What's that sound? I heard a -
Knock knock knock! at my Appalachian cabin
Knock knock knock !
Who's there?
It's me - a rappa tappa tappin'
And when I look outside, the world is sugar white everywhere -
And my baby's on the front porch, with all those crazy snowflakes in her hair -

I just dropped by to wish you Merry Christmas
I just dropped by, just thought I'd drop by
I just dropped by to wish you Merry Christmas
I just dropped by, just thought I'd drop by

Mike King - Vocals, Guitars
Bill Cashman - Drums & Percussion
Steve Grams - Bass
Daniel "Sly" Slipetsky - Piano
Rebecca Carlson - Girlfriend Vocals
Marco Rosano - Saxophones
Bill Poutinen - String Arrangement
Loralita (The Wind Chime Mahatma) - Wind Chimes

WHITE CHRISTMAS • THE GIRL FROM ARIZONA
Irving Berlin © 1940, 1942 renewed, Irving Berlin Music Co./
Williamson Music Co. (ASCAP) •
Mike King © 2015 Tremblestems Music (BMI)

I gotta girl - she's hotter than you'll ever know
She's the reason we've got no snow
Shoo- bop! Hoopie-ooby ooh bop

I gotta girl - a girl, a girl from Arizona
Her sweet lovin' heats the place like an oven
Shoo- bop! Hoopie-ooby ooh bop
Ooh- bop! Hoopie-ooby ooh bop
Scat -
I'm dreaming of a ba-dah
Ba-dabba de dooby dah -

I've gotta girl - she's hotter than Joan of Arc
She's the reason it never gets cold
Even when it gets dark
Shoo- bop! Hoopie-ooby ooh bop
I gotta girl, a girl from Arizona

Mike King - Vocals, Guitars, & Mandolin
Bill Cashman - Drums & Percussion
Steve Grams - Bass
Daniel "Sly" Slipetsky - Piano
Marco Rosano - Saxophones

She was my dusty rose
She'd always been my secret sauce
Soft as a drift of snow -- - in her Santa Claus pajamas
My gifts were wrapped in a colorful stack and she acted
As if I still mattered
Now if love is a teacher
She went ahead and rang the bell
The night my baby
Put the no, no, no, no, no - into Noel

I heard the wind strum a chord
A ghost of coldness rose up from the floor
They say the devil was an angel who got greedy and demanded something more
It's easy to spill out the truth when you no longer care
She said she found somebody better
Now if love is like heaven
She pushed me and I fell
The night my baby
Put the no, no, no, no, no - into Noel

My dreams formed a circle
And they kinda slid on down the drain
I walked her to her car - she smelled just a bit like a candy cane
My dreams faded away into nothin'
But a holly-jolly migraine
Now if love is a fighter
You'd have to say she rang my bell
The night my baby
Put the no, no, no, no, no - into Noel

I'm beginning to think that she loved the illusion of love
More than she ever loved me
Now if love is a fire - she used to bring me to a boil
I wouldn't have missed it for the world
That brief love spell
Before she put the no, no, no, no, no - into Noel

Mike King - Vocals & Guitars
Ralph Gilmore - Drums
Steve Grams - Bass
Bill Cashman - Percussion & Backing Vocals
Lamont Arthur - Keyboards & Backing Vocals
Amo Chip - Saxophone

Mike King - Vocals, Guitars, Mandolins, Reindeer, & Elves
Ralph Gilmore - Drums
Mike Levy - Bass
BC - Hand Drums, Percussion, & Synthesizer
Mark Holdaway - Kalimba
Marco Rosano - Saxophones
Rick (Bobby Valentine) McIver, BC - Reindeer Vocals
Loralita (The Wind Chime Mahatma) - Wind Chimes
Peckerton Mambazo - Phenomenal South African Vocals

I'm gonna drink
Drink until it feels like Christmas
I'm gonna think
Think about the way it used to be
Yuletide means a high tide
Of teardrops by the tree
I'm in prison - -
since she set me free.

I wish I'd met her sooner - I'd be over her by now
Instead of layin' in the fetal position every day
My heart is a clown car of broken dreams tonight
And now she's ho ho ho'in'
In the new, old fashioned way
I'm gonna drink
Drink until it feels like Christmas - etc.

She was like cat - An awful lot like an ocelot
And she never really gave - but man could she receive
But now she's gone - and I'm face down on my front lawn
Like reindeer poop
On Christmas Eve

I'm gonna drink
Drink until it feels like Christmas - etc

BRIDGE
I don't wanna rum cake puddin'
Or egg nog by the cup
Cause they don't get me bombed -
Bombed enough.

She voted with her feet
And now I'm feelin' pretty obsolete
Like Hamburger Helper - without any meat.
I'm gonna drink
Drink until it feels like Christmas - etc.

Mike King - Vocals & Guitars
Bill Cashman - Drums & Percussion
Steve Grams - Bass
Daniel "Sly" Slipetsky - Piano
Amo Chip - Saxophone
Amy V, BC, Robin Wall, Loralita - Additional Vocals

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