Christmas time at Rudi’s place
Ain’t what it used to be
One old unwashed black sock hangs on
A charlie brown christmas tree
A lump of coal
Black, like your soul
Protruding from the end
Was left by santa drumpf, a gift
From Rudi’s special friend
Rudi, Rudi, the sleigh bells they are ringing
Oh wait those aren’t sleigh bells at all
It sounds like children singing!
And singing! And singing!
A happy sound in dee-dee!
Because your pocket book (and soul)
Are both quite bankrup-ceedy!