Chances are, these have definitely been posted Holiday seasons past.
Chances are even better I'm too lazy to look that far back and "Bump" those posts =)
Dashing through the streets
Looking for your car
You try to hide it well
We know it can't be far
We found your new address
Our agents are so sly
So now just when you least expect
You kiss your car goodbye
Oh Repoman, Repoman
It's too late to pay
Oh what fun it is to nab
Your car on Christmas Day
We have our agents call
To say they have a gift
But when you look outside
You'll see it on a lift
Before you can hang up
The tow truck's on its way
We bet you never did suspect
We'd work on holidays
Oh Repossess, Reposses
Now you wished yu'd paid
Oh what fun it is to lose
Your car on Christmas Day
Your credit rating's shot
You cannot buy a car
No one takes your checks
Now you can't go far
We know you're quite upset
Our tactics you dislike
You didn't pay as you agreed
So now you need a bike
Oh Repossess, Reposses
We took your car today
Oh what fun it is to ride
The bus on Christmas Day!
A Christmas Poem for the Repo Man
T'was the night before Christmas, and out on the street,
Not a sound could be heard under the repo man's feet.
The unit was hidden in the backyard with care,
With hopes that the bank wouldn't know it was there.
The debtors were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of driving still danced in their heads
When up in the house there arose such a clatter,
The Driver had never seen a debtor any madder.
Away to the truck he flew like a flash,
To hook up the car and to make a mad dash.
He pulled out of the driveway and didn't get far
Before they noticed and screamed "He's taking our car!"
"It's too late to pay now, its coming with me
Contact the bank, and they will give you the fee"
To the end of the street, to the auction we go,
With personal property and a brand new stereo.
The Driver laughed when the debtor ran out in the street,
In pajama bottoms, shirtless, and no shoes on his feet.
Running out in the night, proclaiming his plight,
Screaming 4-letter words that were not so polite...
The debtor heard the driver say as he drove out of sight,
"you can redeem it tomorrow, but I got it tonight!"
Chances are even better I'm too lazy to look that far back and "Bump" those posts =)
Dashing through the streets
Looking for your car
You try to hide it well
We know it can't be far
We found your new address
Our agents are so sly
So now just when you least expect
You kiss your car goodbye
Oh Repoman, Repoman
It's too late to pay
Oh what fun it is to nab
Your car on Christmas Day
We have our agents call
To say they have a gift
But when you look outside
You'll see it on a lift
Before you can hang up
The tow truck's on its way
We bet you never did suspect
We'd work on holidays
Oh Repossess, Reposses
Now you wished yu'd paid
Oh what fun it is to lose
Your car on Christmas Day
Your credit rating's shot
You cannot buy a car
No one takes your checks
Now you can't go far
We know you're quite upset
Our tactics you dislike
You didn't pay as you agreed
So now you need a bike
Oh Repossess, Reposses
We took your car today
Oh what fun it is to ride
The bus on Christmas Day!
A Christmas Poem for the Repo Man
T'was the night before Christmas, and out on the street,
Not a sound could be heard under the repo man's feet.
The unit was hidden in the backyard with care,
With hopes that the bank wouldn't know it was there.
The debtors were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of driving still danced in their heads
When up in the house there arose such a clatter,
The Driver had never seen a debtor any madder.
Away to the truck he flew like a flash,
To hook up the car and to make a mad dash.
He pulled out of the driveway and didn't get far
Before they noticed and screamed "He's taking our car!"
"It's too late to pay now, its coming with me
Contact the bank, and they will give you the fee"
To the end of the street, to the auction we go,
With personal property and a brand new stereo.
The Driver laughed when the debtor ran out in the street,
In pajama bottoms, shirtless, and no shoes on his feet.
Running out in the night, proclaiming his plight,
Screaming 4-letter words that were not so polite...
The debtor heard the driver say as he drove out of sight,
"you can redeem it tomorrow, but I got it tonight!"
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