But sometimes you have to.

And there are a few things I would like to

say goodbye to right now. It's time for "Go On, Git!"

[ Cheers and applause ] -♪ Go on, git ♪

♪ Go on, git ♪

♪ Go on, go on, go on, git ♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Country-western accent ] Go on --

Go on, git, eggnog!

What are you? And why must you be so thick?

I don't know if I should drink you,

pour you on a griddle and make a pancake out of you,

or use you to fix a hole in my roof like Flex Seal.

[ Laughter ]

I know you're a Christmas tradition,

so here's a concoction that is sure to spice up

your next holiday party.

It's one part eggnog, 12 parts rum,

dash of nutmeg, and a twist of "Go on, git!"

[ Applause ]

Go on, git, November.

You're cold and you start with the word "No."

That's two strikes in my book.

If you were warm and started with the word, "Yes,"

then heck, I would be all about you.

But that ain't the case. So best go on, git, November,

and don't come back until you're "Yes-vem-warm."

[ Laughter ] [ Scoffs ]

[ Desk thuds ] [ Gasps ]

[ Laughter ]

Ugh, that's my leg.

[ Laughter ]

Alright.

[Desk door snaps shut]

Got bit off by a horse.

-Right. [ Laughs ]

Go on, git, Bundt cake.

I said it once, I will say it again --

bunts are for baseball, not bakeries,

and, yeah, you I know they're spelled different,

but I took your silent "D" and snuck it in to another word,

"gidt" -- G-I-D-T, gidt.

[ Laughter and applause ]

[ Spits ] [ Tin clangs ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Spits ]

[ Tin clangs ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Spits ]

[ Tin clangs ]

Go on, git! Go on, git, tinsel!

Ye-- Look, Christmas trees, I'm a fair guy.

I will give you Christmas balls, lights.

Hell, I'll even give you that string of popcorn

that nobody in real life ever uses.

But tinsel, you're just robot spaghetti,

and you belong in a robot restaurant

with the rest of the robot pasta,

so do me a favor and [Robotic voice] go on, git!

[ Laughter ]

[ Country-western accent ] Go on, git, nonscented candles.

If you don't smell like pine trees or candy canes

or gingerbread, I don't need you.

This isn't the 1700s. I ain't looking for a light source.

[ Laughter ]

What I do need you for is to provide a sniff for me to whiff,

a little whiff sniff.

So, candles if you got no smell, then you can go on to git.

[ Laughter and applause ]

So hard to see 'em go,

but I'm glad I got them all out of my system.