Every Hum (pronounced hyoom)
down in Hum-vill
liked Christmas a lot,
but the Irken who lived
just north of Hum-vill
did not...
His name was Zim,
and he hated this season.
But please don't ask why,
even he knows no reason.
It could be, perhaps,
that his boots were too tight,
or maybe his antennaes weren't
stuck on just right.
But I think that
the most likely reason of all,
may have been that he's short,
he's the shortest of all!
But whatever the reason
his height or his boots,
he stood there on Christmas eve
in his Irken suit.
Staring down from his lair
with a sour, Zimmy frown,
at the warm, jolly windows
below in the town.
For he knew every Hum
down in Hum-vill beneath,
was busily hanging
a cheery Hum wreath.
"And they're hanging those sock things!"
he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas,
it's practically here!"
Then he growled with his Zim fingers,
nervously drumming.
"I must find some way to keep
Christmas from coming!"
...for tomorrow I know... All the pathetic Hums,
will wake up with glee.
To see what that Sandy Clause,
left under their trees.
And then all the noise,
if there's one thing I hate.
I HATE all the noise,
from their excitement of wait...
Then the Hums, young and old
will sit down to a feast.
And they'll feast and they'll feast!
And they'll feast Feast FEAST FEAST!!!
They'll feast on Hum pudding,
and rare Hum roast beast,
augh, roast beast is a feast
I can't stand in the least!
And then...they'll do something,
I hate MOST of all...
Every Hum down in Hum-vill
the tall and the small.
They'll stand close together,
with ring-makers ringing.
They'll stand, hand in hand...
and those Hums...will start SINGING...
*Gaz and Dib and all the other kids and people from IZ gather around a huge tree and hold hands and sway back and forth to some music*
Fa Hum forez da Hum dorez
welcome Christmas bring your light.
Fa Hum forez da Hum dorez
welcome in the cold, dark night!
Welcome, welcome, da Hum fa Hum
Welcome, welcome, ra Hum ha Hum
Christmas day is in our grasp,
so long as we have hands to clasp...
And they'll sing and they'll sing
and they'll sing
SING
SING
SIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!!
And the more that Zim thought of this
whole Christmas shpeel,
the more that he thought,
"I must stop this whole deal!"
Even though I've no thought,
of what Christmas is 'bout.
I must stop it at once!
Drown all of their cheer out!
Then he got an idea...
an AWFUL idea...
That Zim got a wonderful,
awful idea...
down in Hum-vill
liked Christmas a lot,
but the Irken who lived
just north of Hum-vill
did not...
His name was Zim,
and he hated this season.
But please don't ask why,
even he knows no reason.
It could be, perhaps,
that his boots were too tight,
or maybe his antennaes weren't
stuck on just right.
But I think that
the most likely reason of all,
may have been that he's short,
he's the shortest of all!
But whatever the reason
his height or his boots,
he stood there on Christmas eve
in his Irken suit.
Staring down from his lair
with a sour, Zimmy frown,
at the warm, jolly windows
below in the town.
For he knew every Hum
down in Hum-vill beneath,
was busily hanging
a cheery Hum wreath.
"And they're hanging those sock things!"
he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas,
it's practically here!"
Then he growled with his Zim fingers,
nervously drumming.
"I must find some way to keep
Christmas from coming!"
...for tomorrow I know... All the pathetic Hums,
will wake up with glee.
To see what that Sandy Clause,
left under their trees.
And then all the noise,
if there's one thing I hate.
I HATE all the noise,
from their excitement of wait...
Then the Hums, young and old
will sit down to a feast.
And they'll feast and they'll feast!
And they'll feast Feast FEAST FEAST!!!
They'll feast on Hum pudding,
and rare Hum roast beast,
augh, roast beast is a feast
I can't stand in the least!
And then...they'll do something,
I hate MOST of all...
Every Hum down in Hum-vill
the tall and the small.
They'll stand close together,
with ring-makers ringing.
They'll stand, hand in hand...
and those Hums...will start SINGING...
*Gaz and Dib and all the other kids and people from IZ gather around a huge tree and hold hands and sway back and forth to some music*
Fa Hum forez da Hum dorez
welcome Christmas bring your light.
Fa Hum forez da Hum dorez
welcome in the cold, dark night!
Welcome, welcome, da Hum fa Hum
Welcome, welcome, ra Hum ha Hum
Christmas day is in our grasp,
so long as we have hands to clasp...
And they'll sing and they'll sing
and they'll sing
SING
SING
SIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!!
And the more that Zim thought of this
whole Christmas shpeel,
the more that he thought,
"I must stop this whole deal!"
Even though I've no thought,
of what Christmas is 'bout.
I must stop it at once!
Drown all of their cheer out!
Then he got an idea...
an AWFUL idea...
That Zim got a wonderful,
awful idea...