[Verse 1] They’re singin’ in the streets again, Mariah’s on repeat again… (soft echo: “repeat again…”) Someone glued a candy cane to my windshield — sweet, I guess. (echo: “I guess…”) Every store’s a circus ring, Lights are bright enough to sting… (echo: “they sting…”) Guy in red said “cheer up, kid,” I said, “Buddy, I don’t owe you anything.” (choir hit: “a-ny-thing…”) Snow keeps fallin’, people callin’, Holiday posters everywhere… (echo: “everywhere…”) But I’m just walking through the mess like I don’t even care. (choir swell) I’m not losing it — okay, maybe a little bit, Christmas keeps swinging fists, And I swing right back— (spoken echo: “right back…”) [Chorus] ’Cause I don’t care (echo: “don’t care…”) ’bout your holly-jolly fanfare. You can deck the halls while I dodge snowballs like Santa’s out here tryna warfare. (choir: “warfare!”) I swear— (echo: “I swear…”) It’s chaos everywhere, But I’m rockin’ these vibes with a shrug and a glare— Call me modern Scrooge, ’cause I don’t care! (gang vocals: “DON’T CARE!”) [Verse 2] Neighbor’s got a twelve-foot elf, laughs like he invented “shelf.” (echo: “on the shelf…”) Carolers outside my door acting like they’re stealth… (echo: “their stealth…”) Yeah, I heard you — go in peace, leave me to my cocoa feast. (echo: “my feast…”) Put a bow on all your joy, I’m doin’ brooding masterpiece. (choir: “masterpiece…”) Don’t get twisted — I’m alright, I thrive in petty holiday fights. (echo: “holiday fights…”) I’ll roll my eyes, then raise the roof, I’m bitter with the bass turned up — that’s proof. (spoken: “that’s proof.”) [Chorus] ’Cause I don’t care (echo: “don’t care…”) ’bout your holly-jolly fanfare. You can deck the halls while I dodge snowballs like Santa’s out here tryna warfare. (choir: “warfare!”) I swear— (echo: “I swear…”) It’s chaos everywhere, But I’m rockin’ these vibes with a shrug and a glare— Call me modern Scrooge, ’cause I don’t care! (gang vocals: “DON’T CARE!”) [Bridge] Yeah, the season’s wild, I can’t deny, (echo: “can’t deny…”) But maybe I enjoy the chaos — I might. (soft echo: “I might…”) Catch me smirking while I kick that snare, If Christmas wants smoke — I’m right here. (choir: “right here…”) [Final Chorus] ’Cause I don’t care (echo: “don’t care…”) but I’m still blastin’ through the cold air. Call it seasonal spite, but I feel alright, ’cause the beat goes hard when I don’t play fair. (echo: “don’t play fair…”) Go stare— (echo: “go stare…”) at the lights if you dare, I’ll be ruling this mess with my hands in the air— Modern Scrooge on the loose, and I don’t care! (choir fade: “don’t… care…”)
