Ooooh, Yeahhh I almost tore your hair out For the last doll in the store But the things that once divided us Don't matter any more We showed up at your house again Singin' all our stupid songs Normally I'd hose you down But now it just seems wrong Let's come together at Christmas time Put all our differences aside One thing on which we all agree The delicious taste of K Typically I'd hate your guts And I'd try to kill you but One of everybody's vices Is eleven herbs and spices POST-CHORUS Ooooh, Seasoned meat I scream and cry and then I Leave a wet spot on your knee But this year your behaviour Doesn't bother me Our over-zealous snowball fight Will cost you hundreds in repairs And 'though we'd usually sue your parents Now we just don't care Let's come together at Christmas time Put all our differences aside Cos' one of everybody's vices Is eleven herbs and spices Eleven months a year you drive me mad This year you don't seem so bad One thing on which we all agree The delicious taste of KFC Let's come together at Christmas time Put all our differences aside Cos' one of everybody's vices Is eleven herbs and spices Eleven months a year you drive me mad This year you don't seem so bad One thing on which we all agree The delicious taste of KFC (and then end on a if you want!)