Old fat man is claiming to be the boss
He hired us at budget cost
'Cause we can tolerate the cold
But for this our lives were sold
Hauling it out for little brats
The toys of dolls and trucks and bats
And all amongst other reindeer
Confused with Dancer, it's not quite clear
We pull that sleigh over earth space
While snow and wind just slap our face
And fat guy rarely shares the snacks
And whips that whip across our backs
Then you see how Rudolph cried
And whined his way onto the ride
And passing over urban streets
Occasional gunfire we meet
And hearing these bells jingle clang
Gets my blood pressure higher, dang!
I can complain only so long
'Til this reindeer will end this song

I'll stop prancing!

[I don't mind, running toys all over the world...
That's fine, long as Clarice is still my girl...
I'm the reindeer with a red-nose, why?...]

[Where' s my tree? Is it comin'?...]