| Christmas in the Caribbean
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| On the island named for snakes
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| Tonga lines took me to
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| For a perfect yule tide break
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| I have gone there for the fishing
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| But when I stepped off of the plank
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| It was an eerie celebration I couldn’t quite explain
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| Drivin', Drivin', Drivin' the pig tonight
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| Drivin', Drivin', Drivin' the pig tonight
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| It’s a smoky revelation and a pork pie ecstacy
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| The steering wheel it turning towards a feast of possibilities
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| Little Jesus stole our birthday, Christmas, babies we got scammed
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| But the were our saviors, come and join us for some ham
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| Manejando, Manejando, El Cerdo
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| Manejando, Manejando, Manejando, Ole
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| Drivin', Drivin', Drivin' the pig
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| Drivin', Drivin', the Macarena around the way
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| Multicultural emotions
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| Senorita would like to dance with me a little while
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| There is sea salt in her perfume, a culinary odyssey
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| Flavors cooking, really cooking, on this epiphany
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| Manejando, Manejando, El Cerdo
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| Manejando, Manejando, Manejando, Ole
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| Drivin', Drivin', Drivin' the pig tonight
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| Drivin', Drivin', Drivin' the pig tonight
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| La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la la la
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| La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la la la
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| Manejando, Manejando, El Cerdo
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| Manejando, Manejando, Manejando, Ole |