When it's dark at four-thirty
And everyone's hurried; amped up in high gear
It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
It's the crap-crappiest season of all
With those bank account beatings and lame dinner seatings
When traffic's a crawl
It's the crap-crappiest season of all
There'll be turkeys for roasting
Drinks lifted for toasting
Your waistline surely will grow
There'll be boring work stories
And tales of the glories of
Shenanigans long, long ago
It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
There'll be much credit-owing
And cash will be flowing
Hope the check clears
It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
There'll be letters for boasting
Endless pictures for posting
Everyone has something to show
There'll be falsified stories
And tales of the glories of
Antics from long, long ago
There'll be diet forgoing
And energy slowing
The flu you will fear
It's The Most Wonderful Time
It's The Most Wonderful Time
It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
