Lyrics Tell Me What You Want For Christmas - Chris August

Tell Me What You Want For Christmas

I’m so excited
To open the box
It’s that time of year now
Ready or not
I slip on the red coat
I glue on the beard
I stuff in some pillows
And there’s a line outside sears
My fulltime gig is singing songs
But once a year I’ve got my side job
So come and sit on my lap
Tell me what you want for Christmas
If you were good and not bad
Tell me what you want for Christmas
A pogo stick, a princess dress
A puppy dog or a Lego set
Before the camera goes snap
Tell me what you want for Christmas
I know what you’re thinking
Saint Nick is a fraude
He can’t fit down that chimney
With that big belly he’s got
And what about Rudolph
And his shiny red nose
And how do you explain all those elfs
Making toys and clothes
You’re never too old to believe
So write up your wish and just
Bring it to me
Come and sit on my lap
And tell me what you want for Christmas
Something you’ve never had
Tell me what you want for Christmas
A giftcard to Golf Galaxy
Or maybe Anthropologie
Anything but cash
Tell me what you want for Christmas
Christmas
One time this kid said:
«That's not Santa, it’s Chris»
I said: «Well Santa gets busy this time of year
and he asked me to do this»
So come and sit on my lap
I’m doing Santa’s business
Whatcha think about that
Just tell me what you want for Christmas
A saxophone, a trampoline
That brand new Chris August CD
But you already have that
So tell me what you want for Christmas
I know what I want
I want some Chick-fil-a
I want a nice turtle neck sweater
And I want the Dallas Cowboys to win the Superbowl
And that’s all I need
And this thermos
And that’s all
Hey, there goes Rudolph
Hey, turn your nose on
Merry Christmas
I’m gonna sleep under the Christmas Tree