I just came back from a lovely trip along the Aliso Sector
Stopped off at the Pinnacle to spend a holiday
I called on the dear old Dread Lord
To see what I could see
He took me up to his office
And told his plans to me, so

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You better watch out, you better not cry
Better look busy, I'm telling you why
The Dread Lord is comin' around
He's making a list and checking it twice
Gonna find out who's naughty and nice
The Dread Lord is comin' around
He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been Dark or Light
So be Dark for Plagueis’ sake
Oh! You better watch out, you better not cry
Better look busy, I'm telling you why
The Dread Lord is comin' to around

With little lightsabers and new blaster pistols
Fancy Force powers and pew pew pew pews
The Dread Lord is comin' around
And little seal dolls that bark really cute
Porgs, ships, and speeder bikes too
The Dread Lord is comin' around
Then kids in Aliso city will have a jubilee
They're gonna build a Shrine all around the Sithmas tree

So! You better watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
The Dread Lord is comin' around

Now The Dread Lord is a busy man, He has no time to play
He's got millions of Recs to fill on Sithmas day
You'd better write your request now
And submit it right away
Because he's getting ready
His subjugates and his ships. So

[Chorus]
With little lightsabers and new blaster pistols
Fancy Force powers and pew pew pew pews
The Dread Lord is comin' around
And little seal dolls that bark really cute
Porgs, ships, and speeder bikes too
The Dread Lord is comin' around
Then kids in Aliso city will have a jubilee
They're gonna build a Shrine all around the Sithmas tree

So! You better watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
The Dread Lord is comin' around

We wish you a Seasons beatings; 
We wish you a Seasons beatings; 
We wish you a seasons beatings and at least one black eye. 
Good torture we bring to you and your queen; 
Good torture for Plagueis, we’ll make you spill all your guts.

Oh, bring us the whips and gallows; 
Oh, bring us the cuffs and blind folds; 
Oh, bring us the Iron Maiden and a mop for the blood. 
You can’t go til we get it
You can’t go til we get it
You can’t go til we get it; so your secrets we’ll have.