Ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling

[Hook: Sufjan Stevens & Busdriver]

Ding-a-ling-a-ling (yeah, yeah)

Ding-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling

Christmas time

Ding-a-ling-a-ling (oh, god)

Ding-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling

Yeah, I'm up for a cup of egg nog

And we got a pocket full of bullets

Real talk

(Merry something!)

[Verse 1: Busdriver]

It’s about that time of the year to sit on an unforgettable lap

Lash your ass [?] my sexual act

Now my quips [?] involves dipping right-wingers in a chemical vat

Santa read my miserable scratch, let me pull diamonds from your intestinal track

Ah (I) am heading to mega ball, head like a tetherball, [?] Kris Kringle (what?)

But everybody looking for the motherfucking Lego with a [?]

When I found out [?] armoured truck

Crystals, wine and drug busts

[?] mall security got rid of Santa due to budget cuts

Man, enough's enough

I mean you can't put a price on a Jesus [?]

Nor the Genie, I’m eating spaghetti not tortolini

Because I [?] with numbers

My [?] all black [?] and orange beenie

What sort of meanie would bring a box cutter to my Christmas

[Hook: Sufjan Stevens & Busdriver]

Ding-a-ling-a-ling (come on)

Ding-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling

I mean, how the fuck will they get rid of Christmas due to budget cuts

And how can a mall fire the actual Santa, you know what I'm saying

Ding-a-ling-a-ling

Ding-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling

I tell ya, it didn't go over well

It was nothing but melee, you know what I mean

They still had Christmas, but he fired Santa

Let me tell you how it went

[Verse 2: Busdriver]

Bloodlust replaced holiday cheer (cheer)

[?]

A glass of [?], frappuccinos made from milk, reindeer and sort of pastor people

Cashier's flashing ghoulish grins

Hellions [?] sin

After all rise and falsify, you're all tired of rewrapping gifts from the dustbin

(What about the Clauses)

[?] Santa's workshop to Papua New Guinea

Sold Elves via human trafficking

And Mrs. Claus she busting new titties

As it maligns [?] couple, and the tabloid

[?] black void

[?] television

Ride into Hell's kitchen

Now they're [?] more than Mel Gibson

[Hook: Sufjan Stevens & Busdriver]

Ding-a-ling-a-ling (uh!)

Ding-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling

Man, and the Clauses have to vilify for this shit

They’re not the one’s that made Christmas suck

You know, it wasn't them

Ding-a-ling-a-ling (they just work there)

Ding-a-ling (they work at Christmas)

Ding-a-ling-a-ling (which is a building)

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling (you know what I mean)

Anyway, you can’t just get rid of Christmas

It's like a war, it's a billion dollar industry

So, check out how it went

[Verse 3: Busdriver & Sufjan Stevens]

All many malls became wild dust bowls

Because everybody wanted Santa back

[?] uphold this vanishing act

We need our [?] for our most optimal winter to stay in business

For the second egonomic vigor

The bottomline saved Christmas (ding, ding)

Come on say it bitches

The bottomline saved Christmas (ding, ding)

Come on say it bitches

The bottomline saved Christmas (ding)

Yeah, the bottomline saved Christmas

[?] abysses

The bottomline saved Christmas (ding, ding)

Whatever (ding, ding)

[Hook: Sufjan Stevens]

Ding-a-ling-a-ling

Ding-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling

Ding-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-a-ling-a-ring-a-ling