Christmas in Huntingburg

Tom T. Turkey got murdered last night

His body's not even cold.

The weatherman's sayin' zero zip nada

There's no chance it's gonna snow

So there must have been a time warp

Some kinda temporal apparition

'Cause Fourth Street's covered with a white tarp

And they expect another four to six inches

And...

   It's Christmas in Huntingburg

   Look at all the lights

   They're carolin' on Fourth Street

   It's a noisy silent night

   All music and movement

   Like some Christmas toy

   Carried lovingly across the world

   To some good little girl or boy

Papa says it's still a might previous

To go cut down a Christmas tree

Mama's busy bakin' pumpkin pies

For my brothers and me

Still there's no denyin' what's transpirin'

Over in Huntingburg

With Santa up in the 'hood his trip to our neck of the woods

Can't be far behind

Yeah...

   (Repeat chorus)

They're makin' a list; they're checkin' it twice

Santa and the CIA

What goes down Christmas morn in your little town

Depends on what you do here today

So you better not pout you better not laugh

You better know who you're talkin' to

Cause those Huntingburg folks ain't foolin' around

When they say Merry Christmas to you

   It's Christmas in Huntingburg

   Can't you feel the cheer?

   When Santa makes his yearly run

   He starts out right here.

   It's Christmas in Huntingburg.

   It's Christmas in Huntingburg.

   It's Christmas in Huntingburg.