It’s the worst possible tiiiiiiiiiiime of the yeeeeeeeeeear
For the heater to break
So hot cider I’ll make
Must stay toasty in here!
It’s the worst possible time of the year

It’s the chill-chilliest weekend of all
With the temperature dropping
And raindroppage falling
Repair order’s tall!
It’s the chill-chilliest weekend of all

I have socks on my feet
And those Uggs you can’t beat
Plus a sweatshirt zipped up to my nose
Should I break out the gloves
And curl up on the rug
By a fire just to thaw out my woes

It’s the worst possible timing of all
Under normal conditions
I’d shop on a mission
And wrap presents here
But I’m now frozen in place, yes, that’s clear

The repairman arrived
And he’s looking inside
Of the hall closet where I’m in need
Of a heater that heats
Any warmth is a treat
‘Cause it’s not even sixty, you see

It’s the most wonderful time of the year
For my heater now works
Sixty-eight is a perk
I can strip and be free!
No more bulk-bulkety clothes
No more froze-frozenish nose
It’s the most wonderful time of the year!