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| Song Meanings |
| Merry, Merry, Merry Frickin' Christmas |
| "Naked in my bed one fling no strings movin� all around the room chicka chicka boom boom... and then we did it on the floor against the door up on the sink where we did it some more the sun was hot and we were both burning red we were naked in my bed" |
| Phelps said for years he's listened to his uncle and aunt in Manchester, N.H., devoted members of Red Sox Nation, rail against the Yankees around the yule log every Christmas. So when the team finally clinched the championship, he sat down the next morning with his coffee and guitar and wrote the Frickin' Fenway fa la la in 15 minutes!
``Uncle Richard said I should write more songs in 15 minutes,'' said Phelps, who e-mailed the song to his rels. ``They love it.'' |