Yogi Yorgesson - Yingle Bells

      [Verse 1]
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My wife says to me, “Let’s not ride the old coupe,
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Hitch up once again the one-horse open sleigh.”
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The horse was awful mad, if he could talk he’d say,
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"You’ll be sorry you hitched me to a one-horse open sleigh."


[Chorus 1]
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Yingle bells, yingle bells, yingling all the way,
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It ain’t fun like it used to be in a one-horse open sleigh.
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Yingle bells, yingle bells, yingling all the way,
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I should have worn long underwear in that one-horse open sleigh.


[Verse 2]
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Dashing through the snow with the cold wind in our face,
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I can’t hold the horse, he thinks he’s in a race.
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He kicks snow on us, it his us on the chest,
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I’ll bet that we’re the coldest Swedes in the whole darn Middle West.


[Chorus 2]
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Yingle bells, yingle bells, yingling all the way,
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My wife sure hates sleigh bells since we rode that one-horse sleigh.
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Yingle bells, yingle bells, yingling all the way,
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We’re too old for riding in a  A7 one-horse open sleigh.


[Verse 3]
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Night is awful dark, can’t see beyond my nose.
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I can’t blink my eyes, my eyeballs must be froze.
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I can’t hear my wife yell, I can’t see her face,
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I guess I must have lost her when we turned at the Yonssons’ place.


[Chorus 3]
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Yingle bells, yingle bells, yingling all the way,
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I nearly caught pneumonia in that one-horse open sleigh.
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Yingle bells, yingle bells, yingling all the way,
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I wouldn’t make brass monkeys ride in a one-horse open sleigh.