Twas the night before Christmas and all through San Quentin, the Crips were protesting and the liberals were ventin'.
The cyanide hung by the chamber with care, in hopes that the reaper soon would be there.
The inmates were nestled all snug in their bed ; except for Old Tookie, who soon would be dead.
And me with my beer mug, dressed warm in my flannel, had curled up to watch it, on the Fox News Channel.
I set up my TIVO to record the news station, and thoroughly loved the momentous occasion
Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
She gets buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too black
Waiting for a girl who weares scarves instead of hat
Her zipper's broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on friday nights
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl an
She's gotta have soul
Or it won't feel right
Well, just plain, clean, and simple
Wrapped up nice n' tight
And homegrown and down-home, that makes one
Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me.
It's gettin' hard to find
Guess it ain't hip enough now
You take an average guy, he can't identify it, uh
And there's a short supply of her fine, fine stuff
Let me get on, let me get on, let me get on some o' that
Shake it up, bake it up nice, uh!
Let me get on, let me get on, let me g
