Michael Dyer: Music

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This song was inspired by watching family members ripping the wrapping paper off their presents.

DO THE XMAS RIP
Michael Dyer
© 2009

Gotta do the Xmas Rip. Gotta strip those presents bare.
Gotta do the Xmas Rip, while pullin' on your hair.
Gotta rip them ribbons off, those boxes so ornate.
Gotta rip that wrapping off. While ya strip, your hips gyrate.

The Xmas Rip is, o-oh, so hip,
Leaves paper everywhere.
Smack your lips. Your torso whips.
Throw ribbons in the air.
In the air, air, air (air)!

Dance, dance, dance, the Xmas Rip. Now bend and slide and dip,
Dance, dance, dance, the Xmas Rip. Unzip them Freudian slips.

Your only chance, to dance the Rip.
The old year's almost gone.
Your only chance, to dance the Rip,
Before the New Year's dawn.

The Xmas Rip is, o-oh, so hip, leaves paper everywhere.
But you don't care. You're, oh, so bare. Throw clothing in the air.
In the air, air, air (air)!

Joy to the world! The Rip's now finally here.
Joy to the world! Gotta rip and grab your rear.

Unzip them Freudian slips.
Last chance to really dance.
New Year's almost here.
Almost here, here, here (here)!

Gotta dance, dance, dance, the Xmas Rip. Only if you dare.
Gotta rip them presents; quite incessant; only if you care.
Your only chance, to dance the Rip.
If not, you'll feel bereft.
Your only chance, to dance the Rip.
Old year's hardly left.

Joy to the world! The Rip is happenin' now.
Joy to the world! There's nothing' disallowed.

Dance, dance, dance the Xmas Rip. Bend and slide and dip.
Dance, dance, dance the Xmas Rip. Unzip them Freudian slips.

Joy to the world!
The New Year's almost here.