Well 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
And would play a snow ball throwing game

While down on main street
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 the mayor finds he is short of hair up there

It is just like any ordinary town
Where the sun goes up and the sun goes down
Except the sun is one big pumpkin pie instead
And everybody is made of gingerbread.

Over by the skating pond
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 winds blow
Down from the mistletoe mountain
Hugging tight by the fireplace glow, their gingerbread blessings they're counting

It is just like any ordinary town
Where the sun goes up and the sun goes down
Except the sun is one big pumpkin pie instead
And everybody is made of gingerbread.