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"Christmas, Christmas (or Whatever)" is the ending music that plays during the credits sequence of both "A Camp Camp Christmas, or Whatever" and "St. Campbell's Day", making it the first ending music to play in more than one episode. It was written and performed by Richie Branson.

Lyrics

Stop the tape climate change is real
So all I want for Christmas is a legislative deal
Or better yet Santa let me get a major deal
With a million up front just so I can pay the bills
 
Oh shit forgot the cranberry sauce
I’ve been naughty I’m a man very lost
Ain’t got a nightlife cause I’m banned in every bar
But every time I rock the stage fans stare in awe
 
Spin a cold verse till I got a chest cold
But nonetheless, I got a stocking full of fresh coals
Damn Santa, could I get a pair of retros?
I just wanna shine like I got a fucking red nose
 
Haven’t caught the spirit in forever
When I was writing letters Santa asking for a Sega
Well guess I gotta get my shit together
Wishing you a Merry Christmas or whatever
 
I don’t got no presents but I’ll give you Christmas rhymes
I don’t like ugly sweaters but I’ll wear them winter time
I think my camp director might be serving prison time
And I really hate the weather
Christmas time, Christmas time
 
Dear Santa, I know I’ve been a wicked sinner
But at the very least could I get a fidget spinner
Last season was the worst winter
But then teen teen turned it all around with a turkey dinner
 
Head boppin' to a ranger banker
Sounding like they came out of an 80s pager
Three men in a mangy manger
Somebody tell baby J "stranger danger!"
 
They used to talk about me back when I took the flow
Now they kissing my ass no need for mistletoe
That’s a figure of speech don’t take it literal,
cause I don’t think my ass is very kissable
 
I got Jack Frost nipping at my toes
If I take another sip of jack my livers toast
That could’ve been the greatest thing I ever wrote
I know it’s hard to swallow like a dreidel in the throat
Richie
 
I don’t got no presents but I’ll give you Christmas rhymes
I don’t like ugly sweaters but I’ll wear them winter time
I think my camp director might be serving prison time
And I really hate the weather
Christmas time, Christmas time
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