Couplet 1 (voix intense, récit humoristique et sombre) Elves in the workshop, yeah, they lost control, High on Christmas Weed, can’t resist the roll. Building sleighs so big, they’ll never fly, Stacks of gifts in the sky, tumblin’ high. One ran off sayin’ “I’m the king of the snow,” Talkin’ to reindeer, trippin’ out slow. Back in the lab, toys movin' at night, Paranoid elves think they’re ready to fight. --- Refrain (catchy, G-Funk style, intensité croissante) Yeah, we’re bitch elves, can’t let it go, Addicted to green in the North Pole snow. Santa’s got us hooked, no escape in sight, Puffin' that Christmas Weed all day, all night. --- Couplet 2 (voix rapide, anecdotes folles) One elf claimed he saw a light show grand, Turned the workshop into a DJ stand. Strobe lights flashin' from the tree and all, Dancin’ on tables, havin' a ball. Another got lost in the snowy trees, Came back talkin' to birds and bees. Every toy’s alive, or so they say, That Christmas Weed got ‘em actin' cray. --- Refrain (catchy, G-Funk style, intensité croissante) Yeah, we’re bitch elves, can’t let it go, Addicted to green in the North Pole snow. Santa’s got us hooked, no escape in sight, Puffin' that Christmas Weed all day, all night. --- Pont (parlé, voix grave et intense) Hooked on the green, yeah, no turning back, Lost in the North, off the beaten track. Santa’s kingdom high in the frozen scene, Elves go wild, livin' that dream. --- Refrain (final, G-Funk style, punchline finale) Yeah, we’re bitch elves, can’t let it go, Addicted to green in the North Pole snow. Santa’s got us hooked, no escape in sight, Puffin' that Christmas Weed all day, all night.
