All I Want for Christmas is My Mummy
By Bruce Alan Marcom
[Pipe Organ]
The crypts are cold this time of year,
The air is filled with dread and fear.
But in my heart, there's just one plea,
For my dear mummy to come back to me.
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(My mummy, oh my mummy!)
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(To rise up from her tomb)
[Pipe Organ]
I don't need presents 'neath the tree,
Or stockings filled with treats for me.
Just wrap me in those dusty bands,
And let me hold those ancient hands.
The archaeologists don't know,
The pain they've caused, the seeds they've sown.
They took her from her resting place,
Now all I have's an empty space.
[Pipe Organ]
I've been so good throughout the year,
I've spread both terror, doom, and fear.
So Santa, if you hear my call,
Bring back my mummy, bandages and all.
The museum's quiet after dark,
I sneak inside the shadowy park.
I'll free her from this glass-case tomb,
And bring her to my haunted room.
[Pipe Organ]
Final Chorus:
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(My mummy, oh my mummy!)
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(To shuffle home with me.)
(Merry Christmas, Mummy dearest. Wake up, it's time to come home)
[Pipe Organ]
[End]
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All I Want for Christmas is My Mummy
By Bruce Alan Marcom
[Pipe Organ]
The crypts are cold this time of year,
The air is filled with dread and fear.
But in my heart, there's just one plea,
For my dear mummy to come back to me.
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(My mummy, oh my mummy!)
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(To rise up from her tomb)
[Pipe Organ]
I don't need presents 'neath the tree,
Or stockings filled with treats for me.
Just wrap me in those dusty bands,
And let me hold those ancient hands.
The archaeologists don't know,
The pain they've caused, the seeds they've sown.
They took her from her resting place,
Now all I have's an empty space.
[Pipe Organ]
I've been so good throughout the year,
I've spread both terror, doom, and fear.
So Santa, if you hear my call,
Bring back my mummy, bandages and all.
The museum's quiet after dark,
I sneak inside the shadowy park.
I'll free her from this glass-case tomb,
And bring her to my haunted room.
[Pipe Organ]
Final Chorus:
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(My mummy, oh my mummy!)
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(To shuffle home with me.)
(Merry Christmas, Mummy dearest. Wake up, it's time to come home)
[Pipe Organ]
[End]
By Bruce Alan Marcom
[Pipe Organ]
The crypts are cold this time of year,
The air is filled with dread and fear.
But in my heart, there's just one plea,
For my dear mummy to come back to me.
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(My mummy, oh my mummy!)
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(To rise up from her tomb)
[Pipe Organ]
I don't need presents 'neath the tree,
Or stockings filled with treats for me.
Just wrap me in those dusty bands,
And let me hold those ancient hands.
The archaeologists don't know,
The pain they've caused, the seeds they've sown.
They took her from her resting place,
Now all I have's an empty space.
[Pipe Organ]
I've been so good throughout the year,
I've spread both terror, doom, and fear.
So Santa, if you hear my call,
Bring back my mummy, bandages and all.
The museum's quiet after dark,
I sneak inside the shadowy park.
I'll free her from this glass-case tomb,
And bring her to my haunted room.
[Pipe Organ]
Final Chorus:
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(My mummy, oh my mummy!)
(All I want for Christmas is my mummy,)
(To shuffle home with me.)
(Merry Christmas, Mummy dearest. Wake up, it's time to come home)
[Pipe Organ]
[End]
Writer: Bruce Alan Marcom
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC