Jingle Smells

Jingle Smells



Gasping through the snow,
as a gross horse pulls my sleigh.
No matter where we go
He’s dropping the whole way.
I pray his tail stays low,
'Cause I know I'll never last,
no way that I can ride and sing
behind a horse that's full of gas.

Jingle bells, horses smell
When facing the wrong way,
It’s not much fun to ride behind
A courser full of hay, O
Jingle bells, horses smell
When facing the wrong way,
It's not much fun to ride behind
A courser full of hay.

Dashing down the road
dropping presents in the sleigh.
The horse don't seem to know
what's throwing back our way.
We stop him for a while,
he gives us his best shots.
It's funny there's two meanings for
a horse that has the trots.

Jingle bells, horses smell
When facing the wrong way,
It’s not much fun to ride behind
A courser full of hay, O
Jingle bells, horses smell
When facing the wrong way,
It's not much fun to ride behind
A courser full of hay.

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