You're drivin' down the road
Then you go into a neighborhood
See a house that glows
Neighbors look at it and grunt and moan

Got fiber optic trees
With a full backyard of Christmas trees
Lights on when they sleep
Neighbors they complain and they grunt and moan

They grunt and moan
They grunt and moan
They grunt and moan
They're yellin'

The Santa's on the front lawn by the reindeer
There's lights that are so bright but they don't blind me
The lights are white and it's neighbors theyre blinding
That's all on my front lawn

Ho ho ho ho AAAH AAAH, HA HA!
Ho ho YA-AAAAAAAH AH AH

House covered in lights
That excites me when its Christmastime
Gingerbread house lies
On the hedge of steps on my front lawn

Boxes on the side
Kids come up and think there's stuff inside
Just a bow that tied
No one steal the lights form my front lawn

On my front lawn
On my front lawn

On my front lawn
Lots of stuff
Yellow snow's right over there by all the trees
A dozen lights on all the trees ,some blinking
Got inflatable Santa,Rudolph, and Frosty
That's just on my front lawn

Oh oh ho ho lights glow, yellow
Sno-ow, angel

On my front lawn
Lotsa stuff

*interlude, during the interlude sounds of neighbors yelling and whining and bitching and complaining then this
Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol? *

We've got some lighted trees
With a fireplace of hung stockings
We've also got Grinch
And both of the Misers with the

Our house is like the third Vacation movie
Chevy Chase, I think you could eat your heart out
The astronauts all know where to just find me
We've got a some crowded lawns

*ending interlude as more complaining is heard and this "You'll shoot your eye out" and "IM too much" and tons of other things*