“I Want Crabs for Christmas” by David Deboy is certifiably the best worst Christmas song that’s ever come out of the great Old Line State.
It was first released in 1981, but for some unknown reason, this Maryland native did not hear the awful (but playfully distastefully and catchy) Baltimore holiday staple til this morning.
The worst part? Now that I’ve metabolized it, it’s gotten less irritating and more endearing each time I hear the lyrics, particularly when enthusiastically belted out by our little guy, T-Rex.
The Verdict:
“I Want Crabs for Christmas” by David Deboy is eggnog spiked with Natty Boh, dusted with Old Bay, scooped up in an Utz potato chip. Trust me, Hon.
Here’s a link to the whole song/video (if you can take it–it’s truly terrible):
About the Author
Audie Cockings
Audie Cockings is a happy wife and mom to four kiddos living on the Fresh Coast in Northern Michigan. When she's not concocting fictitious narratives of strong but thoroughly flawed women for Liberty Island, she is slinging paint or crafting meals for six from local forest flora and fauna (read: Chukkar with morels). Audie works as an eldercare consultant by day and an associate editor for Liberty Island in the wee hours. She has been published in PJ Media, Liberty Island, and in two Midwest health care journals.
New to the editing staff at Liberty Island, Audie will be focused on developing authors and novels for readers with indoor plumbing. Period works (think 80's and 90's), dry humor, historical fiction, and stories of devout but dysfunctional families and friendships are encouraged for submission. Positive outcomes and finding blessings in disasters are of particular interest, as are stories of women and the men who make them nuts.
Audie plans to spend her retirement catching up on lost sleep.
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