'Round Christmastime
I could make ol' Santa pay
Competition was so thin
Wasn't hard to get my way
Christmas sure turned blue
When you know who
Walked through his door
Now all these pixies are making my life sore

It gets so hard to hide my anger
Whenever they're around
The season's just right for me to sleigh
Put them in the ground
I'll do 'em harm or kill 'em
Can't take it anymore
Cause these pixies keep workin' while I snore

(Instrumental breakage)

Work's just a game to every pixie born
I'm so mad this Christmas season
As tiny hammers pound, pound, pound
But soon they'll find, I'm not kind
When they do my chores
Then those pixies can't work here anymore

They don't know they're flirtin' with danger
With ev'ry hammer pound
This season's so loud that I should say
Keep the prattle down!
Still could do 'em harm or kill 'em
Cause there making my ears sore
Wish those pixies won't work here anymore

Soon those pixies won't work here anymore
I'm sure...