Chorus People pushin', People shovin', Must have run out, Of their lovin'. Bags, boxes, ribbons and bows, What's the purpose? ... I'm at a loss, Nobody knows, Stuck in a pile, Under a tree, ... but... you forgot to smile, Thinking of me. Chorus Shop, shop until you drop, Stick it on the charge, Never a moment to stop, To get a glimpse, Of the large, Instead, mankind limps, With petty self-pity, Making the big picture look... Pretty sh*%#. Chorus Hey! It's our book, Let's write a better ending, Spare the hook, The curtain shouldn't be dropping, Search every cranny, Search every nook, 'cause this insanity, Could be the end of me. Chorus What present do I want? Why not pile on the smile? What present do I need? Peace and harmony for a while, Let our hearts feed, And, this season, If there's a reason, That we can't, I'll concede, But, in the meantime, I need... To turn time fine -- NOW! ...is a fine time.
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