Lyrics Spoonerisms, Traditional
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It's time for play, it's a whipped cream day!
It's time for whey, it's a dipped cream play!
Submitted by: Richard Wetfuss
Oh, beautiful, for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
Oh, beautiful, for spacious skies,
For amber graves of Wayne,
Submitted by: Tiffany Furlong
Bless all the dear children
In Thy tender care.
And take us to Heaven
To live with Thee there.
Bless all the dear children
In Thy tender hair.
And take us to Kevin
To live with Thee there.
Submitted by: Toni Minot
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The little Lord Jesus a heap on the sleigh.
Submitted by: Tiffany Furlong
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps.
I can read His righteous sentence by the phlegm and daring lamps.
Submitted by: Tiffany Furlong
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the Moon.
Buffalo gals, won't you numb out to kite
And lance by the might of the dune.
Submitted by: Bridget Andrews
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the Moon.
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight
And dance by the might of the loon.
Submitted by: Mary Jane Weed
I bet my money on de bobtail nag.
Somebody bet on de bay.
I met my bunny on de bobtail nag.
Somebody bet on bidet.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
I bet my money on de bobtail nag.
Somebody bet on de bay.
I met my bunny on de knob bale tag.
Somebody debt on bidet.
Submitted by: Doodah Bobo
With them the gladsome tidings first begun
Of God incarnate and the Virgin's Son.
With them the gladsome tidings first begun
Of sod incarnate and the Virgin's gun.
Submitted by: D. Melody Dole, MD
Heedless of the wind and weather
Weedless of the wind and Heather
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow.
Graze Pod, from whom all blessings flow.
Submitted by: Eva Cave
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow.
Praise God, from flume all blessings hoe .
Submitted by: Eva Cave
Praise Him, all creatures here below.
Craze Him, all preachers here below.
Submitted by: Natasha Bly
But he waved goodbye, saying "Don't you cry,"
But he craved goodbye, saying "Won't you die,"
Submitted by: Adlai Alda
Frosty the Snowman was a jolly happy soul.
Frosty the Snowman was a Holly sappy jowl.
Submitted by: Adlai Alda
Frosty the Snowman was a jolly happy soul.
Frosty the Snowman was a jolly sappy hole.
Submitted by: Adlai Alda
Frosty the snowman had to hurry on his way.
Frosty the snowman had to worry on his hay.
Submitted by: Bridget Andrews
Glory be to the Father,
And to the Son and to the Holy Ghost.
Gory flea to the bother,
And Sue the Hun and to the goalie toast.
Submitted by: Tess O. Gosset
Glory be to the Father,
And to the Son and to the Holy Ghost.
Gory flea to the bother,
And to the Son and to the goalie host.
Submitted by: Tess O. Gosset
Glory to the newborn King!
Glory to the new corn, Bing!
Submitted by: Nicole Velocin
Born that man no more may die
Mourn that ban, no more may die
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die.
Mild he blaze his lory guy,
Morn that Dan no more may buy.
Submitted by: Kris Kringle Aguilera
And God bless you and send you a happy new year
And nod bless you and send you a happy goo year
Submitted by: Reese Witherspoonerism
God bless the master of this house
God mess the blaster of this house
Submitted by: Mark Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire
God bless the master of this house
Hod guess the blaster of this mouse
Submitted by: Mark Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire
Jingle bells
Jingle bell
Jingle all the was
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh.
Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-arse hopin' sleigh.
Submitted by: Santa Paws
Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-arse slopin' hay.
Submitted by: Traditional
Just get a bob tail nag
Just bit a knob tail gag
OR Just knit a bob tail gag
OR Just bit a gob nail tag
Submitted by: Mark Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire
Near the cross, near the cross,
Be my glory ever,
'Til my ransomed soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.
Near the cross, near the cross,
Be my glory ever,
'Til my handsome roll shall find
Rest beyond the river.
Submitted by: Ingrid McCannless
He's a-makin' a list,
He's a lake in a mist,
Submitted by: Kris Kringle Aguilera
Gathered with the Saints by the river,
The beautiful river of God.
Gathered with the Saints by the river,
The beautiful giver of rod.
Submitted by: Richard Wetfuss
Shall we gather by the river?
Shall we rather buy the giver?
Submitted by: Richard Wetfuss
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful of rye
Sing a song of picks sense, a rocket full of pie
Submitted by: Scarlett Lopez
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocketful of rye.
Sing a song of picks sense,
A rocket full of pie.
Submitted by: Allison O'Silla
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocketful of rye.
Sing a song of picks sense,
A rocket full of pie.
Submitted by: Allison O'Silla
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do poor sinners good.
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do sore pinners good.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do poor sinners good.
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to sue door pinners good.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do poor sinners good.
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to sue poor dinners good.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
O the rising of the Sun and the running of the deer
O the sizing of the run and the dunning of the rear
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
Give us this day our daily bread.
Give us this day our Bailey dread.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks,
Also a ball and a whip that cracks.
Tear is a hammer and lots of hacks,
Also a ball and a crypt that whacks.
OR Tear is a hammer and lots of hacks,
Also a crawl and a whip that backs.
Submitted by: Bridget Andrews
The cross be borne for me, for you
The cross be morn for bee, for you
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
And glory shone around.
And Lori shown aground.
Submitted by: Regina Haniger
While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground
While shepherds watched their knocks by flight,
All greeted on the sound
Submitted by: Kris Kringle Aguilera
Sleigh bells ring; are you listenin'?
Ray Bells sling; are you listenin'?
Submitted by: Richard Wetfuss
Sleigh bells ring; are you listenin'?
Ray sells bling; are you listenin'?
Submitted by: Richard Wetfuss
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