I don't want anything for Christmas

I wanna be naughty, not nice

We'll burn all your trees down

'cause all days in this town

it's such an ugly sight



It looks like Christmas

but you just can't tell

It's joyful and triumphant

but to me it feels just like

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!



I find it all so depressing

I've got no Yuletide joy

We'll teach them a lesson

We'll steal all the presents

from every girl and boy



It looks like Christmas

but you just can't tell

It's joyful and triumphant

but to me it feels just like

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!

Christmas in hell!



[Fletcher, deep voice]

candel lights and Christmas trees

we don't want any of these

gingerbread and candy canes

I'll show you what is right!



It's Christmas in hell

It's Christmas in hell

It's Christmas in hell

It's Christmas in hell

Christmas in 

hell

Christmas in hell!