Fa-La-La-La-Blocked by TheTrinityOfMasks - Zona

Fa-La-La-La-Blocked by TheTrinityOfMasks - Zona

Lyrics

[Intro – Fast Jingle Bells + Pop-Punk Guitar]

Fa-la-la-la—

Oh great, another aisle blocked.

Classic.

[Verse 1]

Walking through the store, holiday soundtrack in my ear,

All I want is garland, maybe festive root beer.

But you’re parked diagonally like it’s your driveway,

Blocking half the universe with zero shame today.

You glance at your phone like the world’s in slow-mo,

Meanwhile the rest of us are forming a row.

I try to keep it merry, I try to be polite…

But damn, you’ve turned this shopping trip into a boss fight.

[Pre-Chorus]

I’m feeling jolly, I’m feeling bright—

But why you gotta stand in the ONLY open aisle tonight?

[Chorus]

Fa-la-la-la-blocked again,

By someone who forgot how to human.

Tinsel in my hands, patience wearing thin,

I swear y’all act like traffic cones with a grin.

Fa-la-la-la-why though?

Can you move a little, bro?

Holiday spirit’s taking stock—

And you’re the reason we can’t walk.

[Verse 2]

You stare at ornaments like they’re rare artifacts,

Meanwhile ten of us form a line like synchronized snacks.

You’re living your best life, vibing in the center lane,

While the rest of us are trapped in your candy-cane reign.

I shift to the right, then the left, then the middle—

You somehow block all three, like a festive riddle.

I’m singing Christmas carols under my breath,

But the lyrics now include threats of mild regret.

[Pre-Chorus 2]

Look, I love the holidays, the joy, the cheer…

But your spatial awareness died this year.

[Chorus]

Fa-la-la-la-blocked again,

By the queen of “I didn’t see you then.”

I try to squeeze by, but you pivot instead—

Bro, how do you manage three aisles with your head?

Fa-la-la-la-help us,

This is borderline suspicious…

I’m just tryna grab a stocking—

Not engage in human flocking.

[Bridge – Pop-Punk Slow Build + Sarcasm]

If you could step aside a bit,

I swear we’d all appreciate it.

I’m not asking for world peace—

Just ONE open path, oh please…

[Final Chorus – Full Power, Bells Everywhere]

Fa-la-la-la-blocked again,

Holiday chaos strikes at ten.

I’m jingling, mingling, losing my calm—

Cause you turned aisle five into Vietnam.

Fa-la-la-la-done,

I’m over it, I’m spun—

If Santa needs me I’ll be out back…

Screaming into a snack.

[Spoken Outro – Cheerful, Petty]

“From all of us shoppers…

to all of you aisle statues…

MOVE!

Thanks.”