Jimmy & Robert

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