The verses your mother never sang to you.....um......probably......we hope:

You'd better watch out.
You'd better be spry.
He's tanked up on stout,
And there's blood in his eye.

Menoclause is coming to town.

He's mean and he's ****ed;
He's not very nice.
Trouble with gout,
And he's got body lice.

Menoclause is coming to town.

He sees you when you're sleeping,
He's got a sharpened stake.
He can't be up to any good,
So, get lost for goodness sake!

Oh, you won't see the lout,
Come out of the sky.
You'd better get out,
Or surely you'll die.

Menoclause is coming to town.

Menoclause is coming toooo tooowwwwnnnnn!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ONE AND ALL!

Wolfgang
who noticed a couple of somewhat than less than stellar department store
santas this time around.