Lyrics:
There's a sunny little funny little melody
That was started by a native down in Waikiki
He would gather a crowd down beside the sea
And they'd
A little hating in the morning time
a little hating come around noon
Ain't no remorse,
All that you think
Ain't no regret,
All that you do
Tonight I'm going out with the dead.
I got a little rendezvous on my deathbed.
Had a fatal embrace, a cardia-caress.
But I was blessed with
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
it's the little things you do
The way you lick your lips and call me, Boo
Girl, it's so amazing, I just can't explain it
Let me count the ways you turn
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
When you hide that look on your face
You used to have such a pretty little smile
Yeah, but look at you now
He's a better man now that you're holding
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
has to know
Let's get it on, let's get it on
We're feelin' that fire burnin' strong
So baby let's get it on
Come a little closer, honey
Bring
of the worlds
Little boys and little girls
Can sleep peacefully
In their tiny beds
Tragic tenor kiss my ass
And give my filthy mouth a bath hello? hello?
Lock me
one thing that she had to do with me
She said, move a little to the left, move a little to the right
And strip me down, let your fingers do the walkin'
selling
Look into these little boxes
Bluer weather, greener grass
Everyone has lots of money
Everyone's in style
Little people, little houses
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
La la la la la la, la la la la la la
My cherie amour, lovely as a summer day
My cherie amour, distant as the milky way
My cherie amour, pretty little
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
There's a sunny little funny little melody
That was started by a native down in Waikiki
He would gather a crowd down beside the sea
And they'd
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
or so
Saying we're gonna talk tonight
Well, chill out, let it go
It's no big deal mom but if you say so
I'll do a little better next time
I'll cut
Just a little feel good lie
Check your alibi
Everybody tells a little story
Everybody tells a white lie
Sometimes you gotta be careful
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
Through my little fingers, through my little fingers it goes.
In my eyes a cinema. In my eyes a cinema.
The sun is touching me. The sun is touching
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