Blow Molds

[verse 1] It’s November at the Allyson's The air is getting crisp My wife turns to me and says You know what time it is We start hauling out the plastic All the funky shapes Santa, snowmen, elves, and bears It’s a task I can’t escape [chorus] Here comes “Headache Santa” Mrs Clause, and "Santa Steve" The penguins, the soldiers Glowing plastic for all to see It’s time for all the blow molds It’s that special time of year Our yard lights up the block Filling the neighborhood with cheer [verse 2] Fixing up the broken ones This guy needs a cord Zip ties, stakes, and fishing line It’s our hollow plastic hoard Extension cords and splitters Light bulbs, and fuses galore Watch out for the heavy ones It’s a yearly, Christmas chore [chorus] Here comes "Headache Santa" Mrs Clause, and "Santa Steve" The penguins, the soldiers Glowing plastic for all to see It’s time for all the blow molds It’s that special time of year Our yard lights up the block Filling the neighborhood with cheer [bridge] Extension cords! (On extension cords) On extension cords! (On extension cords) [chorus] Here comes "Headache Santa" Mrs Clause, and "Santa Steve" The penguins, the soldiers Glowing plastic for all to see It’s time for all the blow molds It’s that special time of year Our yard lights up the block Filling the neighborhood with cheer [chorus] Here comes "Headache Santa Mrs Clause, and "Santa Steve" The penguins, the soldiers Glowing plastic for all to see It’s time for all the blow molds It’s that special time of year Our yard lights up the block Filling the neighborhood with cheer!