Stoner Christmas, A grand new country Christmas Outlaw Opera

(tune of Luckenbach Texas)
Lets go to Billy D's pulp lot and get us a nice Christmas tree
There was Bo riding shotgun, womenz in the back seat and me.

(tune of Away in a Manger)
In a hand painted falcon, we went on a spree
Billy D had directions, we were all smoking weed

(tune of Pretty Paper)
Pretty papers, rolling papers and weed
Marijuana, without any seeds
For Stoner Christmas, there's two things you need
Rolling papers, Pretty Papers and weed.

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, your branches have a nice shape.
I was thinking for a pulp wood lot, it really had good land scape.

I saw three sets of flashing lights, and deputies, in their squad cars
I saw three sets of flashing lights, And deputies to arrest me.

Taken into custody for trying to steal a Christ a mas tree
Please don't look under the seat, Mister Dep u ty

(tune of Frosty the Snowman)
The judge and Bo's parents, were acquainted so they say
So he set us free on recognisance on that cold eventful day
There must have been some stoner luck in that half bag of weed
For when we left the impound lot, it was still under the seat!

Oh you better watch out, you better tread light
If they catch us again, the lockup tonight.
Now we're really stealing the tree.

Toking around the Christmas tree at the group house party hop
empty beer cans and donated stuff and a tree stand cinder block

Pretty papers, rolling papers and weed
Marijuana, without any seeds
For Stoner Christmas, there's two things you need
Rolling papers, Pretty Papers and weed.

(tune of Auld Lang Syne)
The watering had been forgot
When we got to New Year's time
The decorations covered up
The bareness of the pine

(tune of Family Tradition Hank II Chorus end)
We told the the judge to steal the tree, had not been our intention.
He told us if we paid our fines, we wouldn't get no detention

(tune of Good Hearted Woman)
A big roaring fire on a cold Jaunary night,
we were watching the sparks fly, from a hole in the stove, feeling tight
But we never considered that dry tinder box of a tree.
We just sat around a laughing and smoking that bag of skunk weed.

(tune of Noel)
Far out man, far out man, the stoners all spoke
When the sparks hits a branch and the house filled with smoke

(tune of Good Hearted Woman)
And the quick witted womenz doused out the flames with sauce pans
and cleared all the unwanted smoke with the use of box fans.

We wish you a stoner Christmas,
We wish you a stoner Christmas,
We wish you a stoner Christmas,
and a hashish New Year