(Parody of Home For the Holidays)

Oh there's food for the homeless on the holidays
'Cuz no matter how filthy or uncombed
If you're down on your luck you can really graze
For the holidays we throw those bums a bone

I met a man who drank and smelled of pee
He was headin' for the local mission
For some homemade pumpkin pie
Panhandlin' folks are always hanging round
By the discount liquor store
And they're not too brand-specific
Gee, a buck would be terrific

God Bless you sir, yes

But there's food for the homeless on the holidays
There's a turkey just like mamma made at home
If they pine for redemption from their heathen ways
Come the holidays we'll toss those bums a bone

Thank you. Season's greetings. Thank you

Take a piss in your pants
Till' you smell like you're from France
Put some vino in a crumpled paper sack
Though you're smelling like a beast
But you'll be treated to a feast
Want seconds come on right back

There's lots of food for the homeless on the holidays
Have some pumpkin pie and ham with provolone
We don't care if they eat dog food on the other days
When you call a cardboard box your home sweet home
For the holidays we'll toss those bums a bone
A big, fat, juicy bone

Help out a war veteran. A little help for a war vet at Christmas time'. War Veteran' God bless you, sir. Yeah, I was in the big war. WWW, the Internet war. Yeah, I was a victim of downsizing. Middle management and all that. God Bless you, sir. Merry Christmas to you.