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There's still plenty of leaves |
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Golden on the trees |
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Hoodies, blue jeans and football |
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Bonfires and school nights |
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Scarecrows and hayrides |
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It's fall everywhere except the mall |
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I don't want to hear about Santa Claus coming |
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No silver bells or a dozen drummers drumming |
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I don't want to see an inflatable nothing |
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Till the day after Thanksgiving |
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(And not a day early) |
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Don't plug in those electric candles |
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Or dangle those stockings from the living room |
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Those tangled up lights are more than I can handle |
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Till the day after Thanksgiving |
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Then oh let it snow |
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Go and tell everyone you know |
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That Christmas is here |
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Every day between now and new year |
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Don't deck the halls with the tinsel or the holly |
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You can make me grumpy but you can't make me jolly |
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Elves don't even make curly haired dollies |
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Till the day after Thanksgiving |
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Then oh let it snow |
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Christmas card, everyone you know |
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Then pour on the cheer |
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Every day between now and new year |
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I want the cookies and the mistletoe kissing |
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Angel on top of a tall tree glisten |
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Wrap it all up in a pretty red ribbon |
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The day after Thanksgiving |
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(You can put antlers on your car for all I care) |
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As long as its the day after Thanksgiving |
