Music
Consider this your invitation to a Christmas infestation.
This is a Christmas celebration, and all our friends are here, and we're reading one another, and spending Christmas cheer.
Everybody's here from Waikiki to win a peg, or just like all your relatives, but we have a few more left.
Here comes the turn right. Like it or not, line up all in a row.
We're hungry, we're hungry, all evil's hanging.
We never get enough to chew, and that's what we can't see.
We're hungry, we're hungry, we're hungry, through and through.
I'm the Queen Bee after all, and I'm ready to throw a fit.
Well, the termites were so hungry, they ate the Christmas light.
And now the evergreen is dark, and it's all a Christmas night.
Salt, without pepper, or map, without cheese.
A tree without life, and let it all without leaves.
Chips, without salsa, or dick, without sand.
The Fourth of July, without flying or flying.
Your Majesty or Majesty will think we'll make it right, and we'll have the evergreen lit up before Christmas night.
Well, what did it bug? Tell me quick.
I really want to hear. What can we do to light the tree and turn on Holy Cheer?
We have some special guests this year, friends of yours and mine. And what they do best most every night is let their little light shine.
What a great idea. I love those little bugs. They always light up the sky.
And here they come, the Savior Day, those little fireflies.
Light up the tree, light up the earth.
Shine through the branches, forward to earth, in the sky, sky, sky.
Let your red light shine.
There's no fear, the other cheer.
Let your heart sparkle, smile in the air, in the sky, sky, sky.
Let your red light shine.
Red light means the burning sun, green light means the spirit glow.
Light, light, blue, light, silver and gold.
They bore your heart no matter how cold.
That's all there is to red things burning.
Add one more, then two, then three.
Light the sky, light up the heaven.
Light up the tree, gold leaf.
Light up the tree, light up the earth.
Shine through the branches, forward to earth, in the sky, sky, sky.
Let your red light shine.
Come on, shine, shine, shine.
Let your red light shine.
All our kids, since we're lost, can't even do this with you.
Please, please, are fighting.
Stand up, we're talking.
Please, please, are fighting.
Get the Beatles, shall we?
The Spin Forgotten時候, nose to nose marching.
Ja, los americanos.
Sing to me.
Now the熟言 donations.
High five.
Heart two.
Fortus rejoice.
Four dragonflies, three, four, six, seven, eight, nine,
and a butterfly on top of the grassland tree.
And don't forget to be extra nice to all us little bugs.
Yeah, don't forget to be extra nice to all us little bugs.
So without hesitation, it is our reparation.
It is our observation that unites perpetuation.
It is our motivation, our inspiration, our celebration,
the top of the national, five, six, six, six, seven, all the year.
Merry Christmas!
We're honking! We're honking! We're honking!
