Richard Fagan-Chris Clark       At the Christmas pot luck dinner   At the Holy Roller Hall   They don't allow no drinkin   Of any alch-ee-hol   So my Aunt Hazel makes a juice   Without the use of liquor   And every year   It seems to disappear    A little quicker      CHORUS   It's Hazel's homemade Hallelujah Punch   Guaranteed to spread some Christmas cheer   Fill the cup   And drink it up   It doesn't take too much   Of Hazel's homemade Hallelujah Punch      When everyone's done eatin'   And they're had a glass or two   The strangest things start happenin'   Just like they always do   The spirit of the season   Flows throughout the congregation   There must be some magic in that bowl   To cause such a sensation      CHORUS      She swears there's nothing in it   But the juice of fruits and berries   Some raisins, dates, a few yeast cakes, and maraschino cherries   She corks up two five-gallon jugs   And seals them every spring   And when she opens them up for Christmas   The cheer starts to sing   Ah      HALLELUJAH   HALLELUJAH   HALLELUJAH   HALLELUJAH   Hallelujah punch      Aunt Hazel makes   Hallelujah   Hallelujah   An amazing punch   Hallelujah   Hallelujah   You'll hurl your lunch   Hallelujah   Hallelujah   If you drink too much   Hallelujah   Hallelujah      And every sip tastes better and better   And better   And better   Hallelujah   Hallelujah      CHORUS      Hazel's homemade Hallelujah punch