Dave: "Are you ready, Sherman?" 

Sherman: "Yeah, sure, Dave." 

Dave: "Are you ready, Bob?" 

Bob: "Yeah, whatever, Dave." 

Dave: "Are you ready, Melvin?.... Melvin,... MELVIN!!!!" 

Melvin: "Shut up, Dave!" 

Dave: "Melvin, we have a song to do!" 

Melvin: "Not now, Dave." 

Dave: "Yes, now, Melvin..." 

Melvin: "Don't make me kick your ass, Dave!" 

Dave: "Melvin, get over here and do this song!" 

Melvin: "Now, anybody else want to do that song?" 

Producers and engineers: "Uhh, no, no, that's OK, 

it's a stupid song anyway."  



Comin' down from the tree, you know me 

I'm a rabid menace to society 

Take a nibble at your neck and put you in traction 

Had it up to here now it's time for some action 

Fraction of the pain I'm inflictin' 

Puff on an acorn, so addictin' 

Run up your leg and bite impolitely 

And then you'll sound just like me 

Reach for a forty-ounce, dive in take swim 

Killed him on a whim now the maggots are makin' him 

Into a sandwich, I'm just watchin'  

Just stole Dave's car, an '84 Datsun 

Comin' out hard, so hard, I'm a gangsta 

Chipmunks never take no for an answer 

Step to me, and you know I'm-a sweat ya 

Run for your life, 'cause we're comin' to get ya 



When the chipmunks come around better run son 

'Cause we reach for the gun and the job gets done 

Take no prisoners, shootin' up everyone 

Here come the chipmunks, better run, better run  



Got two buck teeth that are sharp as a razor blade 

Kill you with my singing, a hardcore serenade Christmas 

Christmas time is near 

Time for me to go get some more beer 

I shoot 'em up till his head looks like a sieve 

And I do pretty well in this Hell where I live 

Collected walnuts, get enough in there 

That I'll be bustin' nuts all winter 

Do you understand where I'm goin' 'cause I've had it up to here 

So I'm throwin' out this lame-brain career 

And now I'm doin' what I rightfully should 

Shootin' up punks in this neck of the woods 

Rabies is what I'm-a give you a case of 

If you say I'm cute then I'll chew your face off 

If you don't' think I'm rough, tough and spectacular 

You better run now, 'cause I'm comin' after ya 



When the chipmunks come around better run son 

'Cause we reach for the gun and the job gets done 

Take no prisoners, shootin' up everyone 

Here come the chipmunks, better run, better run  



Take a hit from the acorn, get me all blunted 

Three inches high 'cause my growth was stunted 

I try to talk tough but it just won't work  

'Cause it's hard to sound tough when you talk like Urkel 

So I don't try to talk when the punks start to walk 

In my face pretty soon they're outlined with chalk 

And I walk away with my chipmunk pals  

And we go to try and pick up some chipmunk gals 

Livin' like a rodent who done lost his mind 

Ain't never gettin' stuck in some guy's behind 

'Cause I take control, and then I take your wallet 

Already today I got three in my pocket 

Rock it like I'm a heavy metal rock star 

Matchbox car souped up like a stock car 

And now there's no way you could ever stop me 

Now I'm comin' to get ya,you and your family 



When the chipmunks come around better run son 

'Cause we reach for the gun and the job gets done 

Take no prisoners, shootin' up everyone 

Here come the chipmunks, better run, better run