(Hey, kids, gather 'round! Heywood's gotta little song for ya here!)

Oh, I just got a message from 'ol Saint Nick way up in Christmasland
And he says the toys for good girls and boys are being made as planned
There's a truck for little Billy and a dolly for Molly, dear,
But you ain't gettin' diddly squat 'cause you really messed up this year!
(No, you ain't gettin' diddly squat 'cause you really messed up this year!)

Oh, the winter fields are white with snow and the lights are shining bright
And the wee little heads tucked up in bed dream of sugar plums this night
You may dream of big red apples and candy canes so near,
But you ain't gettin' diddly squat 'cause you really messed up this year!
(No, you ain't gettin' diddly squat 'cause you really messed up this year!)

(Fa-la-la-la-you're in trouble! Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!)

When your mother asked you to wash the dishes,
Why, you said, "No no no!"
And you did not pick up your socks
So it's "que sera", horse-face!
HO-HO-HOOOOOOOOOO!

Oh, you know that Santa's watching you and he keeps a great big list
But, when I tell him the things you've done, he REALLY will be....mad!
When you sit upon his knee, he'll knock ya on your ear
'Cause you ain't gettin' diddly squat 'cause you really messed up this year!
No, you ain't gettin' diddly squaaaaaaaaaaaaa...........T!
'Cause you really messed up
Oh, you really messed up
Oh, you really messed up this year!!