An adaptation of Charles Dickens' a Christmas Carol! But in Lego. With Batman. Pretty self-explanatory, honestly.
Woah mama friends, it would appear another year has finally passed, and what a time it has been. Season One of Trump's America began, millions of uninformed high school students suddenly became experts on Net Neutrality, and Gene from the emoji movie was revealed to be a harasser. In fact, in the midst of all these allegations, I think I've got the perfect song for this year! (AHEM)
I really can't stay
Baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away
Baby, it's cold outside
This evening has been
Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice
I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful, what's your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor
Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry
Beautiful, please don't hurry
But maybe just half a drink more
Put some records on while I pour
The neighbors might think
Baby, it's bad out there
Say what's in this drink?
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell
I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no no no, sir
Mind if I move in closer?
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
What's the sense in hurting my pride?
I really can't stay
Baby, don't hold out
Baby, it's cold outside
I simply must go
Baby, it's cold outside
The answer is "No"
But, baby, it's cold outside
This welcome has been
How lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm
Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious
Gosh your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door
Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
Gosh your lips are delicious
But maybe just a cigarette more
Never such a blizzard before
I've got to get home
Baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me a coat?
It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand
I thrill when you touch my hand
But don't you see
How can you do this thing to me?
There's bound to be talk tomorrow
Think of my life-long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied
If you got pneumonia and died
I really can't stay
Get over that holdout
Baby, it's cold
Baby, it's cold outside
Thank you, I'm going on tour this May. Now, I've gotta go make sure my editing slave hasn't escaped his respective dungeon. Drive safe and god bless.