Ringside Carols Being Sung by a Queer

I-I-I'm double-teaming Ki-i-id Leopard

With Jonny Firestorm at my side.

Then I slam Troy Baker,

Then Bodywrecker,

And cum, cross pressing Donnie Drake.

I-I-I'm whacking off on Ki-i-id Leopard,

On top, if only in my dream.

Then I'll wring Bass Wallace till he scre-e-eams:

"May your black-and-blue Christmas be extreme."

You better watch out!

You better not cry!

Better not pout,

I'm telling you why:

Krushco Krush is stomping some butt!

He's making a fist

And flexing his thighs,

Making you feel both naughty and nice.

Krushco Krush is stomping some butt!

He puts you in a sleeper

And slaps you back awake,

Big shit if you've been bad or good,

So more reps for goodness' sake!

O!

You better watch out!

You better not cry!

Better not pout,

I'm telling you why:

Krushco Krush is kicking, pounding, whomping some butt!

Rusty the grappler was a jolly sexy soul
With a lipstick tat, furrow iliac,
And an asterisk manhole.
Rusty the grappler was a porno star, they say.
He could shoot a load, but the kinksters crowed
He could handle any fray.
There must have been some magic in that stubble on his chin,
For when it brushed Defendi's neck, Tommy dropped down for the pin.
O!
Rusty the grappler was as butch as he could be,
And the kinksters love the way he laughed and played
And rode ole Tom like a po-nee!
Thumpetty thump thump!  Thumpetty thump thump!
Look at Rusty go!
Humpetty hump hump!  Humpetty hump hump!
Watch that woody gro-o-o-o-o-o-ow!