We’re getting nothing for Christmas
We weren’t good boys this year
But we want to get stuff for Christmas
So we need to give people cheer
We will film some holiday songs
Sung by celebrities
Our list for Santa Claus is long
So we must bring you glee
We will get something for Christmas
We’ll bring the world some joy (aw, yeah!)
Yeah, we will get something for Christmas (oh, yeah!)
Once we have been good Boov Out Boys
I never knew how good a friend could be (uh-huh)
All alone, I was searching the galaxy
You came along and completed our family
We’re better together, now that we found our way
Home
It’s home
We’re from worlds apart
Connected by the heart
No matter where we are, it will always feel like
Home
Like home
It’s home
We’re from worlds apart
Connected by the heart
No matter where we are, it will always feel like
Home!
Well, I has never has a Christmas-ings before. What is it goings to be like?
It’s gonna be great
It is? Yeah!
Making cookies look good
And chopping firewood
This is what we do for fun
Building snowmen and making new friends
Saying hi to everyone
It’s gonna be great
Yeah? Yeah!
Wrapping up presents
Feeling real pleasant
Comfy and warm inside
Sit by the fire, listen to a choir
Let happiness be your guide
It’s all those warm fuzzies
We get this time of year
With family all together
Enjoying Christmas cheer
It’s gonna be great
Yeah! Yeah!
Covering up things while we all sings
Loud enough to scare a mouse
Boo! AHH!
Lots of decorating, keep decorating
Filling every inch of the house
Last time onstage my BRAPing hate
Turned you into a prune
You looked so deflated
But it was I who became a three-day-old balloon
Even though I won the round
The BRAP gods would’ve disapproved
I left the stage as a BRAP killa
But returned to you a humble Boov
Garfeldt, you’re a legend on this mic
‘Cause your BRAP is so smart
Your flow is effortless
‘Cause it comes from all your four hearts
I take back everything I said
‘Cause it was mean and horrible
In truth, I felt threatened
‘Cause you’re so funny and adorable
Understanding our differences
Things became way clearer
Backstage, needed help
Looking into that BRAP mirror
The reflection I saw was a Boov whose
Mind and hearts had turned to stone
Trying to climb to the top to become
The next king to sit on that BRAP throne
For I refuse to win using rhymes
That leave my opponents wrecked
I would rather lose and remain your friend
Than to have disrespect
I am sorry
That’s my family!
Thankings you, Oh! I was expecting you to literally murder me with your BRAP.