[ Featuring the Little Band That Could ]
My sisters and my brothers, we leap out of the covers
Cause Christmas mornin' is here
We're tempted to go down take a look all around but
We got the orders quite clear
Mama and Daddy gotta go down first
They got important things to do
We're so close to seein' what Santa done bring us
Why they gotta be so cruel?
Tell me, Why, daddy, why, daddy, Oh, daddy, why
Are we sittin' at the top of the stairs?
Why, daddy, why, daddy, Oh, daddy, why
With all our Christmas presents down there?
I heard a bit of fussin', some hustlin' & bustlin'
I heard some shusshin & shooin'
For the life of me I don't know why
They always gotta get the coffee brewin'
Cause we're grippin the rails & bitin' our nails
Dreamin' bout our stockings and toys
Did Santa bring me a car, a bike or a guitar?
Man, I can't take anymore
Tell me, Why, daddy, why, daddy, Oh, daddy, why
Are we sittin' at the top of the stairs?
Why, daddy, why, daddy, Oh, daddy, why
With all our Christmas presents down there?
Now daddy says, Are ya ready? we say, You betcha, Freddy!
On yer mark, get set, let's go!
Then we're slidin' down the banister, rollin' & a'tumblin'
Faster than our feet will go
Cameras are a'flashin kids a'mad-dashin'! Christmas morning is here!
It's so worth the wait I can't deny it's great
But one thing still ain't clear
Tell me, Why, daddy, why, daddy, Oh, daddy, why
Are we sittin' at the top of the stairs?
Why, daddy, why, daddy, Oh, daddy, why
With all our Christmas presents down there?
