Peanut: Hey, Jeff!
Jeff: What's going on, Peanut?
Peanut: Well, see, Since it's Christmas-time, I'd like to give you a present.
Jeff: Oh yeah, like what?
Peanut: How 'bout, a song, from me, to you.
Jeff: Okay.
Peanut: Here we go. *Ahem*
Christmas is a time, for reflection.
And giving thanks, is the least that we can do.
So lets take a moment, to count our blessings,
And all the things, that I have given you.
Lets start with your career.
I'm the reason that you're here.
Without me they would fire you.
nobody else would hire you.
I think that's very clear.
Forget about T.V,
you wouldn't be on it without me.
By yourself, your not able.
You bring nothing to the table,
not even Comedy Central,
and thats basic cable.
Christmas is a time,
to be unselfish.
A simple point,
from which we all agree.
So in the spirit,
of Christmas giving,
this is what,
you can give to me.
Toppling over you,
and a matching tennis shoe.
Groupies of my own,
I can call on my IPhone,
from my home in Malaboo.
A private dressing room for me,
with my own Hi-Def T.V.
We've astablished, I'm a star.
I want a mini bar,
in my Sophore limosine.
Oh, Jeff-fa-fa, Oh Jeff-fa-fa,
without me, you would suck-ka-ka.
Oh, Jeff-fa-fa, Oh Jeff-fa-fa,
You are my b****.
Jeff: What's going on, Peanut?
Peanut: Well, see, Since it's Christmas-time, I'd like to give you a present.
Jeff: Oh yeah, like what?
Peanut: How 'bout, a song, from me, to you.
Jeff: Okay.
Peanut: Here we go. *Ahem*
Christmas is a time, for reflection.
And giving thanks, is the least that we can do.
So lets take a moment, to count our blessings,
And all the things, that I have given you.
Lets start with your career.
I'm the reason that you're here.
Without me they would fire you.
nobody else would hire you.
I think that's very clear.
Forget about T.V,
you wouldn't be on it without me.
By yourself, your not able.
You bring nothing to the table,
not even Comedy Central,
and thats basic cable.
Christmas is a time,
to be unselfish.
A simple point,
from which we all agree.
So in the spirit,
of Christmas giving,
this is what,
you can give to me.
Toppling over you,
and a matching tennis shoe.
Groupies of my own,
I can call on my IPhone,
from my home in Malaboo.
A private dressing room for me,
with my own Hi-Def T.V.
We've astablished, I'm a star.
I want a mini bar,
in my Sophore limosine.
Oh, Jeff-fa-fa, Oh Jeff-fa-fa,
without me, you would suck-ka-ka.
Oh, Jeff-fa-fa, Oh Jeff-fa-fa,
You are my b****.