Blog Caroling with footnoteMaven 2010

Blog caroling with footnoteMaven 2010: my choice is “I Yust Go Nuts at Christmas” by Yogi Yorgesson. I’m pretty sure nobody else is voting for “I Yust Go Nuts At Christmas” by Yogi Yorgesson for their favorite carol, but it’s mine.

But this novelty song is my favorite and also very appropriate for my genealogy blog because my Scandinavian grandparents played this old 78 for us every Christmas Eve. My father carried on the tradition until his death a few years ago. I can still hear him singing along and laughing at his favorite lines.

You can read the lyrics below, but for the full effect I highly recommend the original 78 performance.

I Yust Go Nuts At Christmas

Oh, I yust go nuts at Christmas,
On that yolly holiday.
I’ll go in the red, like a knucklehead
‘Cause I squander all my pay.
Oh, I yust go nuts at Christmas,
Shopping sure drives me beserk.
On the day before, I rush in a store,
Like a poor bevildered yerk.
I looked at nightgowns for my vife,
Dose black ones trimmed in red.
But I won’t know her size, and so,
She’ll get a carpet-sweeper instead.

Oh, I yust go nuts at Christmas
Ven each kid hangs up his sock.
It’s a time for kids to flip der lids,
While der papa goes in hock.

On da night before Christmas,
It’s still in the house.
My family is sleeping,
I’m quiet like a mouse.
I look at my vatch and midnight is near,
I tink I’ll sneak out for a cold glass of beer.
Down at the corner, the crowd is so merry,
I end up by drinking about twelve Tom & Yerry.
I get to bed late, and gee vhiz how I’m sleeping,
Ven on to my bed, dose darn kids, day come leaping.
Day sit on my face, and day yump on my belly,
And I’m quivering all over, like a bowl full of yelly.
Day scream “Merry Christmas!” My poor vife and me,
Ve stumble downstairs, and she lights off da tree.
My head is exploding, my mouth tastes like a pickle,
I step on a skate, and fall on a tricycle.

Yust before Christmas dinner, I relax to a point,
Den relatives start svarming all over da yoint.
On Christmas, I hug and I kiss my vife’s mother,
Da rest of da year, ve don’t speak to each other.
After dinner, my aunt and my vife’s Uncle Louie,
Get into a argument; dere both awful screwy.
Den all of my vife’s family say Louie is right,
And my goofy relations, day yoin in da fight.
Back in da corner, da radio is playing,
And over da racket, Gabriel Heatter is saying,
“Peace on earth everybody, and gudvill toward men!”
And yust at dat moment, someone slugs Uncle Ben.
Dey all run outside vhooping so da neighbors will hear.
Ohhhh, I’m so glad Merry Christmas
Comes yust once a year.

Oh, I yust go nuts at Christmas,
But I still have lots of fun.
Yust the same as you, I enyoy it too,
Merry Christmas, everyone!

*Yogi’s real name was Harry Stewart (1908–1956) and he had a successful career performing in radio, recordings, and nightclubs as his alter ego, the comically stereotypical Swedish-American Yogi Yorgesson. I think he was pretty big in Chicago radio in the 1940s, where my grandparents would have encountered him.

About the Author:

Nancy Loe has an MA in American History and an MLS in Library Science and Archives. She has appeared on PBS’s American Experience, at Rootstech, SCGS Jamboree, and state and regional genealogy conferences. Her website was featured in Family Tree Magazine’s “Social Media Mavericks: 40 to Follow.”

One Comment

  1. Judith Richards Shubert 12 December 2010 at 9:56 PM - Reply

    Great selection! Enjoyed listening to the 78 “scratchy version”, too. Thanks for introducing it to me.

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