Act I Finale

Good-bye, Red Ryder
 Your dream is over, dying, dead!
 There's no way you'll get that gun
 When you've just said that word you said
 It's a disaster
 There's nothing worse!
 'Cause Christmas doesn't come for little kiddies who curse
 This year
 How 'bout a big lump of coal?
 This year
 No pretty presents from the North Pole
 Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
 There's not enough time (There's not enough time)
 There's not enough time (There's not enough time)
 Ah!
 You're almost nearly close to getting nothing now for Christmas
 A filthy mouth no parent would allow this close to Christmas
 It's seventeen thousand, forty-one minutes away
 You're almost nearly getting close to
 Having the most lousy, lonely, dreadful, dreary, horrid
 Pallid, poor, pathetic, botched and ruined
 You can't run and you can't hide
 Forget the gun, forget Red Ryder
 Christmas Day