It's the most stressful time of the year.
You've got to go shopping,
from mall to mall hopping--
can't find what you need.
It's the most stressful time of the year.

It's the stress-stressfullest season of all.
The store's overheated,
by crowds you're defeated,
the lines are too long.
It's the most stressful time of the year.

You circled the mall for at least half an hour in search of a parking place.
One's going to be open, you pull up there, hopin'
and some jerk pulls into the space.

It's the most nerve-wracking time of the year.
The children are tired,
they're cranky and wired,
they're starting to scream.
It's the most nerve-wracking time of the year.

Your kid wants a toy that is sold out already. You can't find it though you try.
Your credit card's maxed out and so is your checkbook;
you've fifteen more presents to buy.

It's the most stressful time of the year.
Your neighbor's display lights
are keeping you up nights,
his music's too loud.

It's the stress-stressfullest time,
it's the most nerve-wracking time,
it's the most stressful time of the year.