November the 30th, the new clone awakes
The old one is butchered and served up as steaks
To the new one who chews them with shiny white jaws
And gnaws on the bones with his manicured claws
And out from the cave in the depths of mid-winter
The world feels the touch of a Christmassy shiver
It knows of the monster that’s coming its way
It’s the new and improved clone of Michael Bublé
He’s making an album, a Christmas one – shock!
You’ll hear it on radio whether you want to or not
Michael Buble is coming to town
With the upside-down frown of a pantomime clown
Disarmingly charmingly growing renown
And feasting on flesh as the sun’s going down
He’ll rip out your insides and smile with delight
As he croons Christmas carols and sings silent night
But please have some pity, perhaps shed a tear
He’ll be chopped up and fed to the new clone next year
