Merry Christmas!
Some CSI Christmas song parodies for y'all :)
Wrote these over a year ago....
NICK: Vegas sure ain’t grand (“Winter Wonderland”)
Cell phone rings, are you listening?
In the lane, sirens whistling,
A really gross sight, three DBs tonight
Working in Las Vegas sure ain’t grand.
Someone killed them in pillows
No work for Catherine Willows
She looks at splatter
This case don’t matter
Working in Las Vegas sure ain’t grand.
We get called out to another crime scene
Sara Sidle’s there, and Warrick Brown,
Fingerprints are all over, it’s not clean,
Can’t leave until the whole room’s dusted down
Later on, even Grissom
Might be caught doing some kissin’,
The lab rat, you know, put up mistletoe
Working in Las Vegas just got grand!
GREG: Away at a crime scene (“Away in a manger”)
Away at a crime scene
No time for a rest
My friends on the lab team
Are doing their best
The slide on my microscope
Gets in the way
While I dream of Sara
And Catherine all day
O Little town of Henderson (“O Little Town of Bethlehem”)
O little town of Henderson
How still and sweet you lie
But no more deep and dreamless sleep
Here comes a CSI
For in a dark house shineth
The glow of a flashlight
Sara and Nick, who got there quick,
Will solve the case tonight
WARRICK: We three guys of CSI are (“We three kings of Orient are”)
We three guys of CSI are
In a Tahoe, we go afar
To a fountain near Blue Mountain
Following Brass’s car
O - Oh…
Here’s the crime scene, moon is bright
Show our badges, shine flashlights
Grissom’s leading, vic’s been bleeding
Guide us to the gruesome sight
Jingle bell rock
Cut him up, cut him up, cut him up, Doc
Please let us know what ailment he’s got
We’ll let poor Sanders sit in on the fun
Now the autopsy has begun
Stitch him up, Doc Robbins, pick up his feet
Tag him and ditch his sock
Greg is looking green and feeling so weak
He’s not up for it, Doc.
WARRICK: It’s Willows (“Let it snow”)
Oh the people outside are frightful
But my work is so delightful
And who is going past me slow?
It’s Willows, it’s Willows, it’s Willows
Well, she shows no signs of stopping
And my eyes are nearly popping -
‘Cause her shirt is cut way down low
It’s Willows, it’s Willows, it’s Willows
When she finally makes a right
Oh I feel like a schoolboy forlorn,
Now my breathing is sounding tight
And I’m uncomfortably warm,
Oh I’m getting too old for lying
Please believe me that I’m trying
To tell Cath how deep my love goes
It’s Willows, it’s Willows, it’s Willows.
Wrote these over a year ago....
NICK: Vegas sure ain’t grand (“Winter Wonderland”)
Cell phone rings, are you listening?
In the lane, sirens whistling,
A really gross sight, three DBs tonight
Working in Las Vegas sure ain’t grand.
Someone killed them in pillows
No work for Catherine Willows
She looks at splatter
This case don’t matter
Working in Las Vegas sure ain’t grand.
We get called out to another crime scene
Sara Sidle’s there, and Warrick Brown,
Fingerprints are all over, it’s not clean,
Can’t leave until the whole room’s dusted down
Later on, even Grissom
Might be caught doing some kissin’,
The lab rat, you know, put up mistletoe
Working in Las Vegas just got grand!
GREG: Away at a crime scene (“Away in a manger”)
Away at a crime scene
No time for a rest
My friends on the lab team
Are doing their best
The slide on my microscope
Gets in the way
While I dream of Sara
And Catherine all day
O Little town of Henderson (“O Little Town of Bethlehem”)
O little town of Henderson
How still and sweet you lie
But no more deep and dreamless sleep
Here comes a CSI
For in a dark house shineth
The glow of a flashlight
Sara and Nick, who got there quick,
Will solve the case tonight
WARRICK: We three guys of CSI are (“We three kings of Orient are”)
We three guys of CSI are
In a Tahoe, we go afar
To a fountain near Blue Mountain
Following Brass’s car
O - Oh…
Here’s the crime scene, moon is bright
Show our badges, shine flashlights
Grissom’s leading, vic’s been bleeding
Guide us to the gruesome sight
Jingle bell rock
Cut him up, cut him up, cut him up, Doc
Please let us know what ailment he’s got
We’ll let poor Sanders sit in on the fun
Now the autopsy has begun
Stitch him up, Doc Robbins, pick up his feet
Tag him and ditch his sock
Greg is looking green and feeling so weak
He’s not up for it, Doc.
WARRICK: It’s Willows (“Let it snow”)
Oh the people outside are frightful
But my work is so delightful
And who is going past me slow?
It’s Willows, it’s Willows, it’s Willows
Well, she shows no signs of stopping
And my eyes are nearly popping -
‘Cause her shirt is cut way down low
It’s Willows, it’s Willows, it’s Willows
When she finally makes a right
Oh I feel like a schoolboy forlorn,
Now my breathing is sounding tight
And I’m uncomfortably warm,
Oh I’m getting too old for lying
Please believe me that I’m trying
To tell Cath how deep my love goes
It’s Willows, it’s Willows, it’s Willows.