| When the fat guy tries the chimney on for size
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| Don’t believe your mean big brother’s lies
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| Just leave your milk and cookies on the hearth
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| And keep on sendin' letters way up north
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| When you hear the fat guy’s sleigh bells in the snow
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| Don’t let the non-believers tell you no
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| 'Tis the season, you don’t need no proof
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| There’s tiny reindeer up there on the roof
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| When the fat guys does the shimmy down the chute
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| With rosy cheeks to match his warm red suit
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| While everyone’s asleep inside your house
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| He goes about his business like a mouse
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| When the fat guy leaves your presents 'neath the tree
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| Don’t let your jealous cousins spoil your glee
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| If they’d been good like you have here’s the deal
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| They’d be the first to tell ya that the fat guy is for real
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| When the fat guy takes a trip down through the soot
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| Cleaner than a whistle head to foot
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| And goes back out the way he just dropped in
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| Same time next year to do it all again
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| When the fat guy tries the chimney on for size
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| It’s only then you start to realize
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| The more you wanna give than to receive
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| Is when you feel the magic hidden up the fat guy’s sleeve
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| Oh my dear darlin' child
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| It’s so good to see you smile |