Classified project, moving light
Privately funded silent night
North pole station satellite
Red and white laser beams are focusing
Converging on a tyrant king
Full of presents!
For the children!
In the trillions!
With a little bit of brains
Maybe we can do away with the lack of candy canes
Make Christmas every day
Through scientific enterprise, maybe we can open eyes
We can revolutionize the way we move merchandise
(It keeps on giving, it keeps on giving, it keeps on giving, it keeps on giving)
No more naughty, no more nice
Just a present and a price
(As seen on TV, as seen on TV, as seen on TV)
It's a pillow, it's a pet
It's a miracle it hasn't happened yet
Oh god. Something went wrong.
I can't let you see me like this.
I walked through the path of the beam.
At first I thought I was okay, but overnight my hair turned white.
I've been gaining weight...
Involuntary spasms, like a bowl full of jelly...
Outbursts of laughter...
We must not tell the shareholders.
That would be bad.
Whoa, something to do with DNA
Something to do with gamma rays
White flowing beard won't go away, go away
Laser beams from outer space
Converging on my mutant face
Now I'm presents!
Oh the horror!
Body horror, tendons snapping
Ribbons and wrapping, stocking stuffing
Skin is sloughing, bones are bowing
Something is growing