The elves are bone dry,
Holly, Jolly, Jolly,
The bills are stacked sky high.
I long to like you so,
I want to enjoy your timing,
Alas, after Christmas...we got no flow.
But what to my wondering eyes should appear?
A check in the mail addressed to here!
One hundred eighty-five duckets and ninety-two little rocks...
Escrow overage, baby.
Never to doubt again...that Santa: he never stops!