During the yuletide season, as the spirit engulfs me like a Pittsburgh sinkhole, I often think about my dear friends... the god damn Chrisagis Brothers! What the fuck is up with that coon seducing rat-tail on Brian? There's good and there's not good. That is not good.
Anyway, I overheard a little ditty on AM radio and it got me to thinking of our Tiltonsville Titillators. They really do titillate! Well, at least my nipples get hard. Can't really speak to the nips of others.
Do you recall when I led a scorched earth campaign to get every good, god fearing Christian in God's country to say "Chrisagis" instead of "God Bless You?" You will not respond to a sneeze with "Gesundheit." You will reply with an obligatory "Chrisagis"... and you will enjoy it.
So anyway, here's the refrain (based on the Potato, Potato... Tomato, Tomato... let's call the whole thing off).
You say God Bless You, I say Chrisagis
You say Gesundheit, I say Chrisagis
God Bless You... Chrisagis
Every time your heart skips a beat!
More lyrics to come. Might debut it at the Del Boca Vista Christmas party!