| Oh, Blitzen, he's a bit of a klutz |
| And though we know he means well, he's drivin' Saint Nick nuts |
| He's fast but lacks coordination |
| Boom, bap, pow, watch out for Blitzen |
| He's outta control, and though he's doin' his best, he's making a mess |
| He zooms like woo |
| Watch your head now, the walls are comin' down, down, down, down, down, down |
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| Oh, Blitzen, he can get you there |
| You won't even see him flyin' through the air |
| And Santa's got a whole lotta homes to get to |
| His need for speed, well, frankly, it's fair |
| But his reckless, careless, daring, wearless tendency to plow down all in his |
| path |
| And it only lets up with an occasional nap |
| So shh |
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| Tiptoe, don't wanna wake him up |
| Please tread lightly 'cause I'll tell you why |
| Oh, it's rare to catch a break or a breather |
| Wake him up, and you'll get neither (You'll get neither, so I say this with |
| love) |
| So I say this with love |
| Don't slip up |
| Oh, no, look what you've done |
| There he goes again, Blitzen's on the run, run, run |
| There's just no slowing him down |
|
| Oh, Blitzen, he's a bit of a klutz |
| And though we know he means well, he's drivin' Saint Nick nuts |
| He's fast but lacks coordination |
| Boom, bap, pow, watch out (Watch out) |
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