| I know whatcha doing to me boy,
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| You move so fast like a psychopathic color TV,
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| With your Christmas bag and your jolly face,
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| And the reindeer stompin' all over the place
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| Take it easy, what ya gotta be so absurd?
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| You make it sound like Christmas is a four-letter word
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| Its a fact of life whether you like or not,
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| So put your hands together and give it a shot
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| I hope that you take it to heart boy,
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| It’s Christmas time, ain’t no clowning around
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| And if you think you got something to prove boy,
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| Santa Claus is coming to town
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| I don’t care about family and shopping malls,
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| Candy canes or the carolers decking the halls
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| I don’t care about what you say Santa Claus
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| You’re a bad brother breaking into people’s garage
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| Jeez!
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| You got it wrong,
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| 'Cause I’m just another regular guy,
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| Super powers and a penchant for the Yuletime
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| Is it a crime to give a little once in awhile,
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| I travel 'round the world trying to make people smile
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| I know that you take it too hard boy,
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| It’s Christmas time, ain’t no clowning around
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| And if you think you got something to prove boy,
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| Santa Claus is coming to town
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| Christmastime, Christmastime,
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| Christmastime,
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| Magic of Christmas,
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| Christmas, Christmastime,
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| Christmastime,
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| Have a good time! |