Uh-oh, The Jamaican Bobsled Team is comin' down the street.
Oh, they must be lost again.
Uh-oh, The Jamaican Bobsled Team is comin' down the street.
I wonder how this ride is gonna end.

Hear the car horns honking madly - down on Main Street,
My old man jumps - from his rocking chair.
The bobsled makes a hard left on our street,
It glides across our lawn, a-heading for our front porch stairs.
Uh-Oh, The Jamaican Bobsled Team's a-smashing through our door,
They spin 'round the Christmas tree.
Now they're makin' a beeline for our - gifts from Santa, oh,
I hope, I hope they spare our new TV.

They chased dear old grandma all around the kitchen.
Her Christmas fruitcake flew in the air.
It must've weighed ten pounds, I thought I'd mention.
Where it landed, there's a ten-foot crater there.

Oh, No, the Jamaican Bobsled Team's a-flying by again.
I heard a crash - what can it be?

They tore the curtains!
Smashed dishes!
Overturned - gold fishes!
And it could be,
Our agent says, "Unfortunately,"
It isn't covered,
Simply isn't covered - under our - policy!

Hooray, The Jamaican Bobsled Team left - crashing through a wall.
They waved, goodbye, and dashed away.
We called up a carpenter to fix the hole,
But he says he can't do the job on New Year's Day.

Oh, no - The Jamaican Bobsled Team's a-comin'.
Oh, no - If they turn down your street, start a-runnin'.
Oh, no - The Jamaican Bobsled - No, it ain't gonna stop,
Not for you, or for me!