[Intro] We click. He runs. And somehow he’s the one who’s “late”. [Verse 1] We ordered “joy” on Tuesday night, next-day prime, it must be right, tracking page on constant scroll, “out for delivery” owns my soul. Refresh the screen like it’s a prayer, “where is he now, why isn’t he there?” I’m in warm socks on my perfect floor, typing rage from behind my door. [Pre-Chorus] Got three emails, twelve complains, never learned the driver’s name. [Chorus] Ding dong, Doorbell Santa, you don’t fly, you drive a van. Ding dong, Doorbell Santa, Christmas on your back, not mine, my man. Ring once for the playlist, twice for the tree, all my “holiday magic” comes by you, not me. Ding dong, Doorbell Santa, I click once, you cross the town for free. [Verse 2] Snow is turning into ice, someone signed “received” not nice, “Left outside” on my screen glows, I write, “HE NEVER SHOWS.” While you’re stuck in traffic jams, cold hands full of heavy brands, ten floors, no lift, wrong code again, I’m on the couch like, “what a pain.” Doorbell rings, I shout “AT LAST,” you’re out of breath, I talk too fast. “Bit delayed, huh?” I throw the knife, you laugh and say, “It’s just your life.” [Pre-Chorus 2] All my stress in cardboard form, you walk through the fucking storm. [Chorus] Ding dong, Doorbell Santa, you don’t fly, you drive a van. Ding dong, Doorbell Santa, Christmas on your spine, not mine, my man. Ring once for the presents, twice for the feast, I call it “holiday” while you’re never off the leash. Ding dong, Doorbell Santa, I press “buy now”, you do the masterpiece. [Bridge] Some kid hugs a box you dropped at nine, thinks his parents pulled it off in time. No one tags you in the grateful post, all the glory goes to some red-suited ghost. You’re the one outside in the freezing rain, we are “so stressed” from the window pane. If there’s anyone on Earth who earned this night, it’s the one still walking when we kill the lights. [Breakdown] Track, refresh, complain, repeat, he’s the one out on the street. Track, refresh, complain, repeat, Christmas on his unpaid feet. Ring, step, heavy box, we’re in blankets, he’s on rocks. Doorbell hero, no one sees, Santa’s in the van, not up in the trees. [Final Chorus] Ding dong, Doorbell Santa, you don’t fly, you drive a van. Ding dong, Doorbell Santa, carrying the Christmas no one else can. Ring once for the lazy, twice for the blessed, all our “holiday spirit” rides on your tired chest. Ding dong, Doorbell Santa, this one song is your receipt: Every star and every wish on my perfect festive scene, someone like you dragged through the dark so it could look this clean. [Outro] Next time I want to rage at “late”… I’ll remember who’s still out there in the snow for my stupid scented candle.
