| Quirinus Quirrell ( @ 2008-12-16 19:42:00 |
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Quirinus Quirrell: Presents
Q can't quite believe he's actually going to do this. He gulps down the rest of his third (or is it fourth?) drink and goes up to the stage. He takes the boom box he's just gotten (no WAY is he doing this a capella!)and and after a brief struggle with plugging it in, Q pushes play and turns to face the audience. He sings, doing his best Eartha Kitt:
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree,
For me.
been an awful good boy,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa baby, a 54 convertible too,
Light blue.
I'll wait up for you dear,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed,
Next year I could be just as good,
If you'll check off my Christmas list,
Santa baby, I wanna yacht,
And really that's not a lot,
Been an angel all year,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa honey, there's one thing I really do need,
The deed
To a platinum mine,
Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex,
And checks.
Sign your 'X' on the line,
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight.
Come and trim my Christmas tree,
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's,
I really do believe in you,
Let's see if you believe in me,
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing,
A ring.
I don't mean on the phone,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry, tonight.