God rest ye spooky Gentlemen, Let you all remain dead.
Remember Buffy screamed real loud, and you all lost your heads.
To save us all from your scalpels while we lay in our beds...
O tidings of hand gestures and boys, gestures and boys, O tidings of hand gestures and boys
In Sunnydale it's demony, this Blessed Babe does slay.
And laid with a dead vampire, he cried and went away.
And now the army is trying to understand her ways...
O tidings of tazer guns and boys, tazers and boys, O tidings of tazer guns and boys.
And then an upstart Wicca did change her mindset - yay!
For this sweet red-head met a girl and realized she was gay.
In Sunnydale their love did bloom, thoughts of boys went away...
O tidings of spice racks and new toys, spices and toys, O tidings of spice racks and new toys.