Önskar alla ...
... Ett Gott Spikat Nytt År.
Spike Jones & his City Slickers
Happy New Year
Spike Jones - Happy New Year
"This is my New Year's resolution:
When my mother-in-law begins to yell and shout
Through the window I would like to throw her out.
But I resolve not to do it, here is why:
I'm afraid of hitting someone passing by.
This is my New Year's resolution.
When I'm at the movies watching a love seen
And a lady's hat is blocking half the screen
I resolve not to shout, "Take off that hat!"
I'll remove it gently with a baseball bat.
This is my New Year's Resolution.
When I take a lovely lady out to eat
And she orders caviar instead of meat
I resolve to let the lady have her fill.
And of course I'll also let her pay the bill.
This is my New Year's Resolution.
When I'm sitting with my wifey on a bus
And a dear old lady stands in front of us
I resolve to be a gentleman discreet.
I'll politely offer her my wifey's seat.
This is my New Year's Resolution.
When my mother says, "Come in, it's time to eat."
And I keep on playing games out in the street
I resolve to rush right home now when I'm called
Cause my pop just got a hairbrush and he's bald.
This is my New Year's Resolution.
On the radio this year I hope to score
With some funny jokes you've never heard before.
I resolve not to tell a corny joke.
Hello, what's that? The church burned down? Holy smoke!
This is my New Year's Resolution.
In this coming year I'm going to be discreet.
Have the Slicker's playing music soft and sweet.
I resolve to treat Tchaikovsky tenderly
And set his second movement with TNT.
This is my New Year's Resolution."
tack vare mrdante
Julafton ...
Det här är väldigt vanligt.
Mirandy hon var ett riktigt kex ...
Stegen är inte långt borta nu.
Julen är inte bara drömmar om en vit ... 
Gårdagens önskan om en vit jul, gällde bara snön ... 
Utanför stämmer verkligheten med dikten. Snön ligger faktiskt vit på Brahegatans tak. Huruvida tomten är vaken det vet i arton men Spike(n) han kör på för fullt. Här mixas det som vanligt friskt och skönt och är det inte så att vi alla drömmer om en vit jul, det ska vara snö på mark och tak. Det ska vara en Vajt Kristmäs ...
Robert, va tiden går sakta. En hel vecka kvar. 
Vi spikar vidare.
