Lyrics:
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
water all around
My sun is burning my first skin
new day is coming.
Inside my head moving in circle
ten little ants and me in the middle
Sun!
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
Your not a high I can't ge off
To little to late girl,
Didn't no what you had til its gone,
Don't tell me your sorry now,,
To little to late girl
whither beyond despair
And great man's visions fail
Yet everyday somewhere the sun does shine
So don't tell me it's too late
To believe a little bit
Oh, go to sleep little children,
The sandman's on his way,
Go to sleep little children,
The sandman's on his way.
But the little children know,
has left your eyes
But we shared so many dreams I can't erase
It's all about a little doubt
If you change your point of view
And so I hope that
you lie, buy a little time, and I go along
What else can I do, maybe it's wrong
But you know how much I love you
So you lie, 'til you can find a way
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
Ten little children playing in a field
In a little town west of the city
Playing the games of boys and girls,
Never aware that someone was missing
Evening Sun
Why don't you stay
Just a little longer, please
[Chorus:]
My friends and I
Well, our party's almost over
Why don't you stay
Just
If her eyes are blue as skies, that's Peggy O'Neil
If she's smiling all the while, that's Peggy O'Neil
If she walks like a sly little rogue
If she
Alive.”
I was singing that song on the radio,
Rock on!
Had my blue suede shoes on,
Developing a little lockjaw, yee-haw!
Doing the Michael J moonwalk
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
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
that day
When I was a child
Now I lay awake at night and pray
That I hear the little things You say
Love shines through me and now, it consumes me
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
want to wake up and see again
Open up my mind and let somebody in
And quit running away
From all those little things that I could never change
I
[ Napoleon ]
I know this young nigga who love to keep his gun in his pants
14, little Ant will snatch your shit to enhance
He lost his moms
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
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
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
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