Words and Music by Matt Hanley / Hart Littlejohn

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Lyrics

Condoleeza. I heard your name on the radio. Ho-ho-ho-ho
And I wonder who you are
You seem so far
Like everything this time of year

Got no stockings or jingle bells
Instead of carols, we’ve got shells
And the sand’s no substitute for snow

Condoleeza Condoleeza
Condoleeza won’t you please take me home

Merry Christmas. Don’t mean shit from the USO. Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
And I wonder if you care
If you’re aware
That are company’s without cheer

Got no stockings or jingle bells
Instead of carols, we’ve got shells
And the sand’s no substitute for snow

Condoleeza Condoleeza
Condoleeza won’t you please take me home

Condoleeza Condoleeza
Condoleeza won’t you please take me home

©2019 Matthew P. Hanley