Words and Music by Matt Hanley / Hart Littlejohn
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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