| Now baby doll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum, honey-bunch, angel face
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| You know you better be good and act like two fine lovers should.
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| Be careful what you say and do 'cause Santa Claus is watchin' you.
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| (He's everywhere, he’s everywhere.)
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| You’d better kiss and hold me tight.
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| An' give me good lovin' every night.
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| 'Cause you’ll be sorry if ya make me blue
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| 'Cause Santa Claus is watchin' you.
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| (He's everywhere, he’s everywhere.)
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| Well you may thing you can sneak around and get away with something
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| But there ain’t no way, 'cause Santa’s no fool, he’s really super cool.
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| He’s the secret head of the CIA. |
| Eesh, Iish, crime don’t pay
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| (You can’t do nothin' cause you’re never alone
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| He’s even got a wire tap on your phone.)
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| So baby if you ever but do me wrong.
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| Break my heart and leave me alone.
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| When Christmas comes, you be crying too.
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| 'Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
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| (He's everywhere, he’s everywhere.)
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| Every Christmas Eve, he climbs on his sled full of toys,
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| With fuel exhaust and side mirrors, the foxtails, the mud flaps,
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| The leopard-skin seats covers
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| And spreads Christmas cheer to all good little girls and boys.
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| Then he says on Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid,
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| Donner and Blitzen and Bruce and Marvin, Leon, Cletus and George
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| And Bill and Slick and Do-right, Fred, Ace, Clyde and Blackie and Queenie,
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| And Prince and Spot and Rover
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| (So where’s Rudolph — He’s on a stakeout at your house.)
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| You can run, you can hide, but you can’t get away
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| Got binoculars focused on you every day.
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| So baby if you ever but do me wrong.
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| Break my heart and leave me alone
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| When Christmas comes you’ll be crying too
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| 'Cause Santa Claus is watching you
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| (He's everywhere, he’s everywhere)
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| Yeah Santa Claus is watching you
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| (He's everywhere, Lord have mercy)
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| Santa Claus has got his eyes all over you baby
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| It’s over for you, you better watch out
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| Ooo look out there, Santa Claus is a-peeping around the corner at YOU
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| You’re in deep trouble, you know that? |
| It’s over for your kind
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| You go sneaking around here, you ain’t gonna get away with it,
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| You understand?
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| I mean you got to be true, blue, thru and thru
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| Cause Santa’s gonna get you |