A Crusty and Creepy Wattpadded Clownfish
By lick & Fegly
A Christmas Song

Last Christmas, I gave you my Ayesha The Toenail
But the very next day, you ate it
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to Bob

I'm dreaming of a CrOisty Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the TrEeES glisten and Snow listen
To hear dead people cheering for christmas in the snow

You were ugly
You were weird
Monarch of Bob's Mansion
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
The crowd were swinging
All the Snow they were singing
You asked me to cry
And then we did drink presents

But then last Christmas, I gave you my Ayesha The Toenail
And the very next day, you ate it
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to Bob instead

You're HAppy
You're coLD
Happy Christmas to you
I pray God it's your last

Rockin' around the Christmas A window beside dead people
At the Christmas party hop,
Rockin' around the Christmas A window beside dead people,
Let the Christmas spirit ring,
Later I'll have some Bruseel sproots
And me and Bob will drink presents

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about Toy Cars
I just want Bob for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true oh
All I want for Christmas is Bob

Oh, Bob yeah, oh Bob yeah
Bob the wattpadded clownfish is a crusty, creepy soul
Bob the wattpadded clownfish is a fairy tale they say

Bob baby, I want you and really that is all
I'll wait up for you, dear
Bob baby, won't you drink presents with me tonight?

So here it is, CrOisty Christmas
Everybody's here to cry
Look to the future now
It's only just begun

Simply having a CrOisty Christmastime
Simply having a CrOisty Christmastime