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Gifts I'm preparin' |
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For some Christmas sharin' |
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But I pause because |
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Hangin' my stockin' |
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I can hear a knockin' |
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'Zat you, Santa Claus |
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Sure is dark out |
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Not the slighest spark out |
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Pardon my clackin' jaws |
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Uh, who there |
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Who is it |
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Uh, stoppin' for a visit |
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'Zat you, Santa Claus |
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Are you bringin' a present for me |
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Something pleasantly pleasant for me |
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That's what I've been waitin' for |
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Would you mind slippin' it under the door |
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Four winds are howlin' |
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Or maybe that be growlin' |
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My legs feel like straws |
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Oh my, my, me, my |
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Kindly would you reply |
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'Zat you, Santa Claus |
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Yeah |
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Oh hangin' my stockin' |
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I can hear a knockin' |
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'Zat you, Santa Claus |
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Yeah, say now |
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Hey there, who is it |
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Stoppin' for a visit |
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'Zat you, Santa Claus |
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Whoa there Santa you gave me a scare |
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Now stop teasin' 'cause I know you're there |
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We don't believe in no goblins today |
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But I can't explain why I'm shakin' this way |
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Well I see old Santa in the keyhole |
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I'll give to the cause |
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One peek and I'll try there |
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Uh-oh there's an eye there |
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'Zat you, Santa Claus |
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Please, please |
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I pity my knees |
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Say that's you Santa Claus |
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That's him alright |
