Skankin’ in the Heat (A Southern Christmas Beat)

(Verse 1)

Woke up to jingle bells blasting through the wall,

Sun blazing bright even though it’s supposed to be fall.

No snow in sight, just warm winds blowin’,

But the beat kicks in and the horns start showin’.

Candy canes in my pocket, sweet tea in my cup,

Tinsel on the porch ’cause we never pack it up.

Neighbors shake their heads like I’m makin’ a scene—

But I’m skankin’ on the sidewalk where it’s hot and clean!

(Pre-Chorus)

Grandma’s mad ’cause the house is shaking,

The Christmas lights fried from the bass we’re making—

But hey, it’s Christmas, crank it louder,

Even palm trees like it rowdier!

(Chorus)

We’re skankin’ in the heat, ay!

Boots stickin’ to the street in a holiday haze—

Santa’s at the door like, “Turn that down!”

But we keep moon-stompin’ through the whole damn town.

Lights are flashin’, neighbors freakin’ out,

It’s a ska-punk Christmas, scream and shout!

If the cops show up, we’ll just play faster—

Southern holiday-style beautiful disasters!

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(Verse 2)

Mrs. Claus called, said Santa’s runnin’ late,

He stepped outside once and had to hydrate.

Elves on strike ’cause the heat won’t quit,

The workshop’s steamin’ but we’re still in the pit.

Reindeer loungin’ in the shade out back,

Fan blowin’ high while the horns stay on track.

The drummer keeps slammin’ like thunder in July,

Southern Christmas—too warm to lie!

(Pre-Chorus)

Grandma’s mad ’cause the noise is violent,

But Christmas ain’t meant to be silent.

She grabs a trumpet—yeah, she’s in it,

Skankin’ harder by the minute!

(Chorus)

We’re skankin’ in the heat, ay!

Boots stickin’ to the street in a holiday haze—

Santa’s at the door like, “Turn that down!”

But we keep moon-stompin’ through the whole damn town.

Lights are flashin’, neighbors freakin’ out,

It’s a ska-punk Christmas, scream and shout!

If the cops show up, we’ll just play faster—

Southern holiday-style beautiful disasters!

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(Bridge) (fast punk-spoken)

Wrap the gifts?

NOPE!

Cool off?

NOPE!

Drink some nog?

YUP!

Lose control?

YUP!

(Horn Break)

Ba-ba-ba! Ba-ba-da-ba-ba!

Skank! Skank! Skank! Skank!

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(Final Chorus)

We’re skankin’ in the heat, ay!

Make Christmas loud in every way—

Santa shuts the power down…

But we’ve got acoustic horns somehow.

Lights are flashin’, spirits freakin’ out,

It’s a ska-punk Christmas, scream and shout!

If the world slows down, we’ll just play faster—

Southern cheer with a ska-punk swagger!