You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better make money,
Or you're gonna die.
The Reaper is coming to town.
It's making a list,
And checking it twice,
Nobody is safe,
Even Cathy Black or Si.
The Reaper is coming to town.
It counts ads when you're closing.
It knows when you're a flake.
It knows when your newsstand is bad or good,
So sell through for goodness sake!
Oh, you better watch out,
You better not cry.
If you thought this year sucked,
The next, you're gonna fry!
The Reaper is coming to town.
The Reaper is coming to-o-o-o-o tow-w-w-wnnnn!!!!
Happy holidays everybody!