Let's take a drive this holiday, and see the Christmas lights
We'll ride down every street in town, and be dazzled by the sights
We'll stop at old man Parker's place, and sit on Santa's lap
We'll go down roads we've never seen, and throw away the map
We'll take the tour at City Park, the one through ancient oaks
We'll laugh and sing from place to place, and watch the other folks
We'll make our way to Copeland's place, the biggest of them all
We'll not believe our eyes again, and memories we'll recall
We'll end the night at CC's place, have cocoas topped with cream
We'll talk of all our escapades, and dream some brand new dreams
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