Dad:

Parking lot moves in slow motion,
Parking is such misery.
Find a rest stop and we'll wait some.
Daddy! There's an empty one there see.
Daddy? What's that finger s'possed to mean?
Wall to wall there's just no parking at the mall.
Wall to wall another Christmas at the mall.

Mom:

Daddy's trying to park our big van,
Weaving until we are sick.
Got my list, so shops here we come.
While we're here can I shop for me?
Mommy, what's in there for me to see?!
All in all it was a such good blast in the mall.
All in all, I think we had good times at the mall.

Spoken:

Kids! Hey, kids! Get in the car!

Dad:

Wish I had some magic potion,
Then these crowds be history.
That would really clear it out some.
Lady, would you get in back of me?
Lady, I was here first can't you see?
Wall to wall these crowds are killers at the mall.
Wall to wall another Christmas at the mall.