Hoe, Hoe, Hoe!... [Instrumental] I hear, in this season, something wrong, The air is full of some... bad tongue: "Hoe, hoe, hoe!" I keep hearing, As red Satan makes his appearing. As a faithful adult as I am, I have some secret desires, a little bit lame: I wrote to Satan, as a pimp that he is, To give me just three "hoes!" like always he does. I promised him I'll be a bad boy, To bring me next year the same "toy."... Hoe, Hoe, Hoe!... [Instrumental] Those three little "hoes," they’re my shopping crew, With glittery smiles and a wild point of view. “Buy this, buy that! You’ll feel so alive!” Each impulse purchase, they cheer and connive... Hoe, Hoe, Hoe!... [Instrumental] “Oh, look at this gadget, it’s the latest craze! You’ll find your joy in this shiny maze!” They drag me through aisles, I can’t break free, “More stuff equals happiness! Just wait and see!” Hoe, Hoe, Hoe!... [Instrumental] They’re loading my cart with toys and bling, “Get that new sweater! It’ll make your heart sing!” I’m drowning in bags, my wallet’s in pain, Yet somehow I’m laughing through the madness and strain... Hoe, Hoe, Hoe!... [Instrumental] “Oh, Santa’s sleigh, it’s packed with woes, But these three little "hoes" know how the game goes. Forcing me to smile, while I’m losing my mind, In this Christmas hustle, true joy’s hard to find!” Hoe, Hoe, Hoe!... [Instrumental] But maybe they’re right, maybe it’s fun, Chasing that high till the season is done. With laughter and chaos, we’ll make it through, As long as I’ve got my "hoes," and maybe some brew!... Hoe, Hoe, Hoe!... [Instrumental
