I Really Don't Hate Christmas Songtext
von Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz
I Really Don't Hate Christmas Songtext
You see Valentine′s is torture, and my Birthday is a mess
New Year's is a lot of noise, and Arbor Day′s a pest
Halloween's a horror but I guess I must confess
That I really don't hate Christmas
You see Flag Day is infernal, April Fool′s is just a bore
Mardi Gras is a waste, unless you own a candy store
All these other holidays I can admit that I abhor
But I really don′t hate Christmas
Now it isn't that I like it
At the most I feel ambivalence
But should I really just destroy it?
I′ll admit that I'm still on the fence
It makes me tense
From the evil scientists′ community I'm sure to get ejected
But for Christmas I can′t seem to summon any true invective
Because what is there to hate? I mean it's really so subjective
No, I really don't hate Christmas
I hate puppy dogs and kittens, I hate flowers in the spring
Heck, I even hate the sunshine and the birdies when they sing
I can work up animosity for almost anything
Tell me why I don′t hate Christmas
Though my childhood was atrocious
Christmas never was that bad, you see
So the most that I can muster is complete and total apathy
What′s wrong with me?
How can I prove that I'm an evil villain worth his salt
When with a holiday so jolly I can′t even find a fault
If I didn't feel ambiguous I′d launch a big assault
But I really don't hate Christmas
Oh, what the heck, kickline
No I really
No I really don′t hate Christmas!
I have an intense burning indifference!
New Year's is a lot of noise, and Arbor Day′s a pest
Halloween's a horror but I guess I must confess
That I really don't hate Christmas
You see Flag Day is infernal, April Fool′s is just a bore
Mardi Gras is a waste, unless you own a candy store
All these other holidays I can admit that I abhor
But I really don′t hate Christmas
Now it isn't that I like it
At the most I feel ambivalence
But should I really just destroy it?
I′ll admit that I'm still on the fence
It makes me tense
From the evil scientists′ community I'm sure to get ejected
But for Christmas I can′t seem to summon any true invective
Because what is there to hate? I mean it's really so subjective
No, I really don't hate Christmas
I hate puppy dogs and kittens, I hate flowers in the spring
Heck, I even hate the sunshine and the birdies when they sing
I can work up animosity for almost anything
Tell me why I don′t hate Christmas
Though my childhood was atrocious
Christmas never was that bad, you see
So the most that I can muster is complete and total apathy
What′s wrong with me?
How can I prove that I'm an evil villain worth his salt
When with a holiday so jolly I can′t even find a fault
If I didn't feel ambiguous I′d launch a big assault
But I really don't hate Christmas
Oh, what the heck, kickline
No I really
No I really don′t hate Christmas!
I have an intense burning indifference!
Writer(s): Jeff Swampy Marsh, Dan Povenmire, Martin Olson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com