Artist: Bob Rivers Comedy Troup
Album:  White Trash Christmas
Song:   Be Claus I Got High
Typed by: Lady J (OHHLA.com Staff)

Hey man, just roll me another Christmas blunt

I was gonna trim the tree, until I got high (oooh oooh oooh) 
I was gonna buy you a DVD, but then I got high (fa la la la-la-la)
My presents ain’t wrapped up, and I know why (why man? hey hey!)
‘Cause I got high (yeah)
Because I got high (hell yeah)
Because I got high (fa-la-la la la la)

I was gonna hang my lights before I got high (c'mon y'all, help me out, oooh oooh oooh) 
I was supposed to book my grandma’s flight, but then I got high (unh unh, fa la la la-la-la)
She’s sleepin’ at LAX, and I know why (why man? hey hey!)
‘Cause I got high 
Because I got high
Because I got high (fa-la-la la la la)

I was gonna send you a card, but I got high (oooh oooh oooh)
Put a lighted reindeer in my yard, but I got high (fa la la la-la-la)
My jack-o-lantern’s frozen, its still outside (outside? hey hey!)
‘Cause I get high
Because I get high
‘Cause I get high

I was gonna clean the chimney flue, but then I got high (no you wasn't, oooh oooh oooh)
I was gonna roll up a fatty too for the fat guy (don't forget me! ho ho ho ho-ho-ho)
I drank his milk and cookies, and I know why (he flies? hey hey!)
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high (fa-la-la la la la, here we go)

I was gonna go to midnight mass (no) while I was high (oh no no no, oooh oooh oooh)
I was gonna sit there and pass some gas (ohh) while I was high (fart sound)
Now I’ll burn in Hell, and I know why (why man? hey hey!)
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high (fa-la-la la la la)

I was gonna kiss my grandma's face, and then I got high (hey maybe y'all should get a room, oooh oooh oooh)
I was gonna eat her fruit cake too (ohhhhhhh!) then I got high (fa la la la-la-la)
It tasted pretty nasty (yuck) but I don’t mind (no? hey hey!)
Because I was high (yeah)
Because I was high (damn)
Because I was high (man, I love my grandma y'all, come on) (fa-la-la la la la)

I‘m messin with Christmas songs because I’m high (oooh oooh oooh)
I hope Afroman don’t take this wrong because he’s high (I take it back fa la la la-la-la)
If I get a call from his attorney, well I know why (why man? hey hey!)
So he can get high
So he can get high
So he can get high

Hey is he really high? (Yeah, he’s high)

Fa la la-la-la-la scooby doo dah (Yeah, he really is high)
Snoop snoop doggy doo wah (tail waggy wit' it)
Flippy de bird at you all (Bring it back x4)
La da da-da dah dah doggy doo doo (Say mutt? Say mutt? Say mutt?)
So all you kids, be real good, and make your bed (that’s fantastic advice for all the children)

Man we screwed this up big time. OK?
When grandma hears this, oooh man, I’m outta the will, ok?
No more sweet potato pie, brother