Humbugs - Mannheim Steamroller

We are humbugs

Old time, good time

Yuletide humbugs

Up on the housetop, click, click, click bugs

Spring, sproing

We are ghost of Christmas past bugs

Made of stuff what’s built to last bugs

We don’t buy this mall addiction

What we want is Dickens' fiction

We don’t like this new skull duggery

What we need is more humbuggery

Tiny Tim-mery, more Bob Cracthet-ty

Spring, sproing, buggety-bug

We are genuine first-class humbugs

Magic, average, not just some bugs

We are myrrh and frankincense wisemen

You might say we’re bigger than life bugs

Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding-a-ling

Also sleigh bugs jing-jing-jangling

Mis-mis-mistletoe, kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss-a-ling

Spring, sproing, buggety-bug

Dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-dig

We are humbugs

Old time, good time

Yuletide humbugs

Down through the chimey with old st.

Nick bugs

Spring, sproing, buggety-bug

We like carolers, Silent Night things

Santa Claus sighting, candles lighting

We like gingerbread cookies baking

Watching first grade shepherds quaking

We like one-horse open sleighing

Pika-piti-ooh-aah brass bands playing

That’s what all of us humbugs long for

Spring, sproing, buggety-bug

We still get that goosebump feeling

That’s why we hang from the ceiling

Ding-a-ling, dang-a-ling, it’s our mission

Hanging onto lost tradition

We are circly wassail cup bugs

Inside, outside, downside, up bugs

Hear us sing our humbug song

Spring, sproing, buggety-bug