Jingle Bells

I too, love this song! Sorry for the delay. 1950 Yogi Yorgesson Yingle Bells My wife says to me, “Let’s not ride 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 ain’t fun like it used to be in a 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 wind in our face, I can’t hold the horse, he thinks he’s in a race, He kicks snow on us, it his us on the chest, I’ll 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 we 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. 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 the Jonssons’ 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 monkeys ride in a one-horse open sleigh.