YINGLE BELLS
Yogi Yorgeson



My wife says to me, “Lets not drive the old Coupe;
Hitch up once again the one horse open sleigh.” 
The horse was awful mad,  If he could talk he’d say
“You’ll be sorry you hitched me to a one horse open sleigh.”


Yingle Bells, Yingle bells, yingling all the way 
It yust ain’t like it used to be in the one horse open sleigh.
Yingle bells, Yingle bells, yingling all the way
I should have worn long underwear in that one horse open sleigh.


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


Yingle Bells, Yingle bells, yingling  all the way- 
My wife sure hates sleigh bells since she rode that one horse sleigh. 
Yingle Bells, Yingle Bells, yingling all the way- 
We’re too old for riding in a one horse open sleigh.


The night is awful dark, can’t see beyond my nose 
I can’t blink my eyes. My eyeballs must be froze. 
I can’t hear my wife yell,  I can’t see  her face
I guess I must have lost her when we turned at Yohnson’s place.


Yingle Bells, Yingle Bells, Yingling all the way
I  nearly caught pneumonia in that one horse open sleigh 
Yingle Bells, Yingle Bells, Yingling all the way –
I wouldn’t make brass monkey ride in a one horse open sleigh!. 
 










(Contributed by Lee Sartain - December 2007)