Little Tommy Conway 
Has been shoveling the walkway 
But the snow keeps falling all the same 
And though it's only frosting 
He finds the work exhausting  
Would rather play a snow ball throwing game 

While down on main street                          (oooooh)
Mayor Brewster takes a seat
In Billy Higgin's barber chair
He's looking for a little trim 
But Higgin's isn't listening 
And soon he finds he's short of hair up there 

It's just like any ordinary town                   (ooooh and stereo spread)
Where the sun goes up and the sun goes down 
Except the sun is one big pumpkin pie instead 
And everybody's made of gingerbread. 

Over at the skating pond                           (harmonies stereo spread)  (ooooh pam-pam)
Something weird is going on 
The cookie trees have started disappearing 
No one's there to see them go 
There's just a whole in the snow 
With [bad word] left in the forest clearing 

Late at night when the cold wind blow us down      (harmonies stereo spread)       (aaaaaaaah)
From the mistletoe mountain 
Hugging tight by the fireplace glow, their gingerbread blessings they're counting 
                                                   (Pah pah pah)

It's just like any ordinary town                   (ooooh and stereo spread)
Where the sun goes up and the sun goes down 
Except the sun is one big pumpkin pie instead 

And everybody everybody just about everybody       (everybodys made bass)  (ooooh)
everybody everybody just about everybody
everybody everybody just about everybodys made     (everybodys made choir)
of gingerbread.