I was trying to remember the name of this song and it's just "The Christmas Song", sometimes subtitled "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire" which is the opening line and quite frankly, more distinct than the given name. Also, this one time while out shopping we saw a container of roasted chestnuts so we got them and ew, they were gross. They were all soggy and cold. I think roasting actual nuts on a fire could be good, but not from a jar. We really should have known better.
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R: And every mother's child is gonna spy -
G: Yeah, maybe in Russia.
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