Lyrics Jolly Old St. Nicholas - Chicago

Jolly Old St. Nicholas

Jolly old St. Nicholas
Lean your ear this way
Don’t you tell a single soul
What I’m going to say
Christmas Eve is coming soon
Now, you dear old man
Whisper what you’ll bring to me Tell me if you can
When the clock is striking twelve
When I’m fast asleep
Down the chimney broad and black
With your pack you’ll creep
All the stockings you will find
Hanging in a row
Mine will be the shortest one
You’ll be sure to know
What’s it gonna be, Santa
Underneath the tree, Santa
What’s it gonna be, Santa
Be this for me Jolly old St. Nicholas
Now you dear old man
Whisper what you’ll bring to me Tell me if you can
What’s it gonna be, Santa
Underneath the tree, Santa
What’s it gonna be, Santa
Be this for me Jason wants a Fender bass
Walt a saxophone
Lee, he needs a flugelhorn
Jimmy, a trombone
Robert wants a baby grand
Bill, a new B3
Tris, he wants a dolly, but
What are you gonna bring to me, Santa?
What’s it gonna be, Santa
Underneath the tree, Santa
What’s it gonna be, Santa
Be this
What’s it gonna be, Santa
Underneath the tree, Santa
What’s it gonna be, Santa
Be this for me How about a shiny electric guitar, Santa?