UP on the rooftop, reindeer pause.
Son, get my rifle! Why? Because,
I’ve cleaned the gutters, bit by bit,
don't want 'em full of reindeer shit.

Son, quit your whining, listen here.
I won't be shootin’ those reindeer.
Here's what I'm thinkin', one good blast,
should get 'em off there, like real fast

BOOM!!!

Son, get the shovel, trash can too,
and help me clean up all this poo.
Try to be careful! Why? Because,
some might belong to Santa Claus.