It was peaceful for a minute… then Punk yelled, “SNOWBALL WAR!”
Indoors, of course, 'cause going outside? They’d riot for sure.
So we gave them little pompoms—soft, harmless, fake—
But don’t tell the gremlins they’re not real snow, for everyone’s sake.
If they learn that snow is water? We’ll be drowning in small green clones—
And trust me, we don’t need more gremlins… we barely survive the ones we own.
(Pre-Chorus)
Daffy’s dual-wielding fluff bombs, Lenny’s hiding in a boot,
George is riding a Roomba shouting, “CHAAAARGE!” in hot pursuit.
Allan’s building barricades from cushions, Maude’s yelling “FIRE AT WILL!”,
Dennis has a little Gatling gun—why do we let him near tools still?
(Chorus)
It’s a gremlin snowball fight,
A fluffy indoor blizzard night.
Tiny pompoms fill the air,
Chaos everywhere.
It’s lunacy, absurdity, gremlin-tier delight—
Duck and cover, friend,
’Cause they don’t fight fair tonight.
(Verse 2)
A coffee table castle, the bookshelf’s now a fort,
Punk’s wearing a saucepan helmet—says it’s “regulation sport.”
Daffy’s on the mantelpiece, so excited he might pop,
Jerry hit the ceiling fan—he’s spinning like a top.
Alan tripped into a pile of fluff and gloria yelled "duck",
fred got bob point-blank in the face—
he claims it hurt like fffff....
(Pre-Chorus)
Lenny’s launching sneak attacks from underneath the chair,
George and Maude formed “Team Mayhem,” which really isn’t fair.
Daffy’s lobbing pompoms from a mixing bowl supply,
Gaz declared himself “Commander,” no one really knows why.
(Chorus)
It’s a gremlin snowball fight,
A soft and silly, shrieking sight.
Pompoms flying everywhere,
the room is a wreck, not like they care.
We don’t need more gremlins—nope—
So keep them far away from snow…
’Cause indoors is more than wild enough, you know.
(Bridge)
If they learn the snow is fake, we’re doomed—it won't be fun,
They’ll riot, rampage, fill the room, one has a gatling gun.
If they knew what real snow contains
We’ll never see the floor again
So keep the secret, guard it tight,
pompoms are their snow tonight.
(Final Chorus)
It’s a gremlin snowball fight,
A pompom blizzard done so right.
The crew is howling, bouncing, spinning,
its chaos no one knows who's winning.
Just fluffy chaos in the softest indoor fight.
(Outro)
And when we know who was the best
And gremlins head to bed to rest
We’ll breathe a sigh—We made it through…
oh no! theyll wake up wanting snacks at half past two.
Lyrics (C) TheGremlinWrangler 2025