The plane has gone, the ticket's checked, the family’s out of sight
Left all alone, little Kevin McCallister finds his perfect night.
He orders pizza, jumps on the bed, without a single care,
Until the Wet Bandits, Harry and Marv, decide to pay a share.
Mop the stairs, paint cans swingin', iron drops with a clang,
Booby traps are set and sprung, to that familiar, funny bang.
It's eight years old against two crooks, a battle on the floor,
Oh, what a house of holiday chaos, knockin' at the door!
The snow is falling down outside, the fire is burning bright,
Time to gather 'round the screen and settle for the night.
OH, THESE ARE OUR ANNUAL CLASSICS, THEY'RE PLAYIN' ON THE TV AGAIN!
WE WATCH THEM EVERY SINGLE YEAR, WITH ALL OUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS.
A FEELING OF NOSTALGIA, A WARM AND COZY, GOLDEN GLOW,
WE KNOW THE LINES, WE KNOW THE SCENES, BUT STILL WE LOVE THE SHOW!
FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION, IT'S THE BEST PART OF THE SEASON'S HEART,
TURN DOWN THE LIGHTS AND TURN THEM ON, LET THE MAGIC START!
Clark W. Griswold has a dream, a perfect Christmas plan,
A massive bonus, a swimming pool, and being the family man.
He covers the house with twenty-five thousand lights,
And every single bulb refuses to ignite.
Cousin Eddie rolls up in the RV, with Rusty, Audrey, and a dog,
Emptying the chemical toilet right down the sewer log.
The turkey’s drier than the desert, the squirrel jumps out the tree,
But Clark smiles through the madness, pure holiday glee.
The snow is falling down outside, the fire is burning bright,
Time to gather 'round the screen and settle for the night.
OH, THESE ARE OUR ANNUAL CLASSICS, THEY'RE PLAYIN' ON THE TV AGAIN!
WE WATCH THEM EVERY SINGLE YEAR, WITH ALL OUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS.
A FEELING OF NOSTALGIA, A WARM AND COZY, GOLDEN GLOW,
WE KNOW THE LINES, WE KNOW THE SCENES, BUT STILL WE LOVE THE SHOW!
FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION, IT'S THE BEST PART OF THE SEASON'S HEART,
TURN DOWN THE LIGHTS AND TURN THEM ON, LET THE MAGIC START!
Now some folks argue 'bout the next one, but the date is clear to all,
It's Christmas Eve in L.A., at Nakatomi Plaza tall.
Hans Gruber and his terrorists, a party gone completely wrong,
But off the coast of Jersey, there's John McClane where he belongs.
No shoes, a dirty vest, crawling through the vent,
He’s saving Holly Gennero, on a mission heaven-sent.
Yippee-ki-yay, let the action sing, the snow is just the scene,
The greatest Christmas action film you've ever, ever seen!
OH, THESE ARE OUR ANNUAL CLASSICS, THEY'RE PLAYIN' ON THE TV AGAIN!
WE WATCH THEM EVERY SINGLE YEAR, WITH ALL OUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS.
A FEELING OF NOSTALGIA, A WARM AND COZY, GOLDEN GLOW,
WE KNOW THE LINES, WE KNOW THE SCENES, BUT STILL WE LOVE THE SHOW!
FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION, IT'S THE BEST PART OF THE SEASON'S HEART,
TURN DOWN THE LIGHTS AND TURN THEM ON, LET THE MAGIC START!
Turn down the lights and turn them on, let the magic start!
Our Annual Classics!
Yippee-ki-yay and Merry Christmas to all!
APWBD2000
