Christmas at Pruneyard

Isn't this the cherry on top my lovely day Biking to Pruneyard in the month of May Why does the sky look a little gray What the... Who's that Santa's on his sleigh Something isn't right how he's flying that thing Swerving over town chugging martinis Doesn't make sense and he's slurring his speech I'll shove these presents under your tree These kids are driving me nuts I've got no business this year cause everyone's ordering online What the heck am I supposed to do I'm better off joining the porch pirates and stocking up for next year He's dropping stuff from his flying machine His top is off and his pants aren't clean Got one boot on and he's double fisting Who wants to party, WOOO Clipped a pole and started up the street Bumped a car and changed his trajectory Skidded to a stop at Peet's Coffee Would you stop staring at me I swear Mrs. Claus is back to her nagging self And the elves aren't even wrapping presents I wish they would just leave me alone and let me pass the holidays by myself Where are those sleigh bells coming from You, over there, give me those sleigh bells You don't know how to do those things Your rhythm is all off It's like this No, ugh, these things are stupid Rudolph, go get me a Philz coffee Stumbled on his sleigh and yelled I'm out of here Said this place ain't got no Christmas cheer Scattered some bells and slammed a beer My naughty list is long this year