Electric Firefly - Christmas at Pruneyard Lyrics

Isn't this the cherry on top my lovely day
Biking to Pruneyard in the month of May
Why does the sky look a little gray
What the... Who's that
Santa's on his sleigh
Something isn't right how he's flying that thing
Swerving over town chugging martinis
Doesn't make sense and he's slurring his speech
I'll shove these presents under your tree
These kids are driving me nuts
I've got no business this year cause everyone's ordering online
What the heck am I supposed to do
I'm better off joining the porch pirates and stocking up for next year
He's dropping stuff from his flying machine
His top is off and his pants aren't clean
Got one boot on and he's double fisting
Who wants to party, WOOO
Clipped a pole and started up the street
Bumped a car and changed his trajectory
Skidded to a stop at Peet's Coffee
Would you stop staring at me
I swear Mrs. Claus is back to her nagging self
And the elves aren't even wrapping presents
I wish they would just leave me alone and let me pass the holidays by myself
Where are those sleigh bells coming from
You, over there, give me those sleigh bells
You don't know how to do those things
Your rhythm is all off
It's like this
No, ugh, these things are stupid
Rudolph, go get me a Philz coffee
Stumbled on his sleigh and yelled I'm out of here
Said this place ain't got no Christmas cheer
Scattered some bells and slammed a beer
My naughty list is long this year