Lyrics:

(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 ChristmaslandAnd he says the toys for good girls and boys are being made as plannedThere''s a truck for little Billy and a dolly for Molly, dearBut 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 brightAnd the wee little heads tucked up in bed dream of sugar plums this nightYou may dream of big red apples and candy canes so nearBut 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 dishesWhy, you said, ''No no no!''And you did not pick up your socksSo it''s ''que sera'', horse-face!HO-HO-HOOOOOOOOOO!Oh, you know that Santa''s watching you and he keeps a great big listBut, 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 upOh, you really messed upOh, you really messed up this year!!