The sound you like to hear is coming every time you know
That Santa and his fiends are drilling through the Christmas snow

Have a holiday, Baby
Have a holiday, Baby
Have a holiday you can relax in
All of the fax in
Thinking you're lax in
Have a holiday, Baby
Relax, 
If you can, before Santa and his chopper come down, oh yeah!

Sudden cleavers come smashing through
The Icy bleeding stumps of you
And wreckage filled with bones of death
That snatch away your terrified breath, ooh

Have a holiday, Baby, 'cause
Have a holiday, Baby, 'cause
Have a holiday, Baby
Santa's on his way