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To the melody of jingle bells.

(beginning)
Jingle bells, blargs do smell, Nefarious laid an egg!
Fizzwidgets� sick, and Vox got ticked,
And Ratchet got away. (2x)

(bridge)
Zooming through Rilgar, on a real fast hover-board,
Over the sewers we go, blasting all blarg.
We�re headed to Megacorp, to pick up Angela Cross,
Oh this is fun, but what a fuss to pick up some
hot sauce. OHHHHHHHHH�

(back to beginning)