took me to his workshop and told his plans to me Now Santa is a busy man, he has no time to play He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas
So be good for goodness sake So you better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Little tin horns
" "I" said the sheep with pearly horn "I gave Him my wool for a blanket warm He wore my coat on Christmas morn" "I", said the sheep with pearly horn "
Slidell boy, big city nights Oh, he tips his hat for dinner An old stray beggin' for a bite Oh, Christmas Katie, babe, blow your horn Play something
took me to his workshop and told his plans to me Now Santa is a busy man he has no time to play He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas
Three angels up above the street Each one playing a horn Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out They're been there since Christmas morn' The
better not pout, I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town With little tin horns
And told his plans to me Now Santa, you see he's a busy man And he has no time to play He?s got millions of stockings To fill on Christmas day So better
he knows when you're awake He knows when you've been bad or good so be good for goodness sake Oh you better watch out... [ guitar ] With a little tin horn
white Christmas? Hell no, my man I'm leavin' blood in the snow and smacking fat men You mean Santa? That boy's a bitch He caught my mom Christmas eve
said the sheep, with curly horn I gave Him my wool for a blanket warm He wore my coat on Christmas morn I said the sheep, with curly horn I said the
door Lincoln On the dock, the fish were stinking I simply didn't have a care And the old men sit 'round the cracker barrels The children hum their Christmas
you when you're sleeping He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake With little tin horns and little
I feel my place where the soul get higher Nights get cold I gotta hold ya {?} slept in the middle of the sofa {?} and a loafer, but we had each other Christmas
for goodness sake Okay You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Little tin horns
ll drink to thee So here is to Broad May and to her broad horn May God send our master a good crop of corn And a good crop of corn that we may all see
, the sheep with curly horn I gave Him my wool for a blanket warm He wore my coat on Christmas morn I said, the sheep with curly horn I said, the dove