Lyric

Alright, check the clock, it's crunch time, midnight breeze, December air, we moving with the ease

North Pole squad, we the elite team, Got the sleigh tuned up, living the Christmas dream

I'm Dasher, they call me the speed demon, fast flow, But tonight, the whole crew's about to put on a show

We ain't just running, partner, we got the rhythm, Feet shuffling fast, practicing that holiday schism

From the stable floor to the chimney drop, We do the Reindeer Rock yeah, we ain't gonna stop!

Hit the high steps, feel the frost bite the air, We shaking off the snow, showing the world we care!

Ayy! We got that North Pole swagger, that jingle bell jive, Got the gravity beat, keeping the mission Alive

From the roof to the chimney, watch the herd make the dip, Reindeers in the sky, yeah, we taking the trip!

Gotta fly, gotta flip, gotta move with the speed, Got a million little blessings planted like a seed

Santa's in the cut, yelling "Go, go, go!" We the Christmas commuters, putting on a show! Ho! Ho! Ho!

My name is Vixen, yeah, I'm smooth with the glide, Catch me on the rooftop, got nowhere to hide

The list is long, the time is short, but we unflappable, Every single present, yeah, it's straight up wrappable

Got the chimney GPS locked in the scope, We land so quiet, no sound, man, no dope

We dance on the shingles, a little tap and a spin, Then we pull up the harness and we blast off again

Don't slip on the ice, keep the formation tight, This is the rhythm of the most magical nigh

See that flashing red nose? Yeah, that's the beacon, Rudolph leading the pack, the whole world he's streaking!

Ayy! We got that North Pole swagger, that jingle bell jive, Got the gravity beat, keeping the mission alive

From the roof to the chimney, watch the herd make the dip, Reindeers in the sky, yeah, we taking the trip! Gotta fly, gotta flip, gotta move with the speed

Got a million little blessings planted like a seed

Santa's in the cut, yelling "Go, go, go!" We the Christmas commuters, putting on a show! Ho! Ho! Ho!

It's more than a package, it's the joy we transmit, From the mountains to the suburbs, we gotta commit

Kids dreaming sweet dreams, believing in the hype, We the silent contractors, working through the night

No applause needed, just the cookies and milk, We lace up our hooves, spun from holiday silk

Keep the sleigh steady, let the moon light the lane, Making spirits bright, time and time and again

Then fades with sleigh bells and a final "mic drop" sound effect) Word. Prancer out. Comet on the move. We see you sleeping, don't worry, we approve

Let's hit it... Merry Christmas, word