Up the driveway, down the walk

Oh, Janet's hair is like her mom's

Who's got her own, but acts like something's

Different from the eyebrows up



Seems like only yesterday

Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E

I love you both and Yuletide is pure

H-E-double-L for me



And we just go nuts at Christmastime

That's when everything falls apart

We just go nuts at Christmastime

But it's another year before we're together again



Hi, this is John of They Might Be Giants

As you're driving down the highway at 100 miles an hour with your head wagging out the window,

We urge you, please, put down the phone



We just go nuts at Christmastime

That's when everything falls apart

We just go nuts at Christmastime

But it's another year before we're together



Again