| Hi, boys and girls
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| This is your old friend
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| And you know what?
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| We just got back from the North Pole
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| And you know what we were doing up there, don’t you?
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| That’s right, we saw him alright
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| And all his little dwarves
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| Boy, did we get off on them
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| And we learned some wonderful things about him
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| And we’d like to sing you all a little song
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| So why don’t ya, you know, move on up
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| And come up close, and we’ll sing to you
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| Come on, closer, closer, come on, I won’t bite
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| Come on, right down by my shoes
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| Come on, move closer, that’s it, great
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| Okay, huddle all around, and we’ll sing you a song
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| Alright, you too Johnny, come on, closer
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| All year long, he’s busy making toys
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| For all the little girls and little boys
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| He puts them in his sled and gives his whip a crack
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| On Donder, on Blitzen, but never on smack
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| 'Cause Santa doesn’t cop out on dope
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| Has he ever even tried it? |
| Well, y’know
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| The answer’s no
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| So little kiddies, here’s my point
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| Just leave him cookies, and save your joint
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| 'Cause Santa Claus turns on it his own way
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| Watching you and I turn on on Christmas day
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| Merry Christmas
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| Merry Christmas, David Geffen
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| Merry Christmas, everybody |