50 days of Christmas

Lyrics
Note: Due to limited content, I'm going to show you the last verse.

On the fiftieth day of Christmas, my sister sent to me.

Fifty cans of campai.

Forty-nine jars of Campbell's.

Forty-eight sacks of feathers.

Forty-seven joys a joying.

Forty-six snowflakes falling.

Forty-five bikers biking.

Forty-four airplanes flying.

Forty-three business breakfasts.

Forty-two business lunches.

Forty-one business dinners.

Forty church bells ringing.

Thirty-nine fops a fopping.

Thirty-eight fishwives hawking.

Thirty-seven coopers cooping.

Thirty-six bootblacks bluffing.

Thirty-five buskers busking.

Thirty-four something something.

Thirty-three alchemist transmitting.

Thirty-two dutchmen plotting.

Thirty-one doctors leeching.

Thirty year average life span.

Twenty-nine smiths a forging.

Twenty-eight coopers cooping.

Spoken: We did that one already.

Twenty-seven eelers eeling.

Twenty-six anarchists bombing.

Twenty-five swamis forseeing.

Twenty-four sideburns curling.

Twenty-three monks a changing.

Twenty-two rats a playing.

Twenty-one coxswains calling.

Twenty flautist fluting.

Nineteen footmen bowing.

Eighteen gungas dining.

Seventeen seventy-six.

Sixteen midwives birthing.

Fifteen aliens alienating.

Fourteen jacks a ripping.

Thirteen scriveners scrivening.

Twelve lords a leaping.

Eleven ladies dancing.

Ten pipers piping.

Nine drummers drumming.

Eight maids a milking.

Seven swans a swimming.

Six geese a laying.

(shouted) FIVE GOLDEN RINGS!

Four colly birds.

Three French hens.

Two turtle doves.

And a partridge in a pear tree.