Herod the Fink - Jimmy & Robert Lyrics

Call it a sermon of the common man
Or just the ramblings of an out of touch band
Call it a gospel song, the kids won't sing along no more
But we're still making noise, we'll keep singing as they drag us out the door

Singing Ho, Ho, Ho it's a Christmas show
Like Jimmy Stewart running through the snow
Like Robert Goulet on my stereo
"Please hurry home," This Christmas can't be spent alone

Now there's a good chance this will fall on it's face
We'll be sure to make it fall with grace.
We've got a tambourine, a rock and roll machine and more
A Mormon metal drummer with a double kick - he'll show you what it's for

Singing Ho, Ho, Ho it's a Christmas show
Like Jimmy Stewart running through the snow
Like Robert Goulet on my stereo
"Please hurry home," This Christmas can't be spent alone

So take an hour off from baking these treats
Strap on those good old fashioned shoes on your feet
Turn off the DVD, come to the living room with me
There's a room full of friends and a guitar, we're all ready to sing

In every note in every line, in every harmony sublime
It's in the fabric of our hearts, something that can't be torn apart