The Gitmas Song (sung to the Christmas Song, aka “Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire”)

Traitors heading for eternal fire

Jack’s app hiding his pedos

Bohemian Grove and its unholy choir

Wishing for more adrenochrome

Everybody knows a virus and some missiles, though

They’d use to push their treason’d fight

And good folks, whose eyes used to glow

Now find it hard to sleep at night

Just know that Trump will save the day

For those who live the American way,

And every mother's child is gonna spy

To see our Angels, who really know how to fly

So be certain that there is no escape

For traitors and those who’re paid by you,

Although it's been said many times, lots of ways

Enjoy Gitmas, you’re screwed

So be certain that there is no escape

For traitors and those who’re paid by you,

Although it's been said many times, lots of ways

Enjoy Gitmas

Enjoy Gitmas

Enjoy Gitmas, you’re screwed

Outro

(Gallows wait, gallows wait, trap door’s ‘bout to drop (to the tune of “Jingle Bells”))