Santa Claus Get Outta My Town

You'd better watch out!
You'd better not cry!
Oh, give it a rest,
It’s a big damn lie.

Santa Claus ain’t comin' to town.

He doesn’t exist,
and that list is a farce.
He’s just a man in a costume with a big, fat arse.
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Santa Claus Ain’t Comin' To Town.

He sees when you are sleeping.
That’s illegal in most states.
Who knows if he’s been bad or good.
So I suggest you lock your gates.

With little tin horns and little toy drums,
Get a grip Santa, those gifts are dumb.

Santa Claus get outta my town.

Curly head dolls that toddle and coo.
Your toys are lame and so are you.

Santa Claus get outta my town.

The kids and girls in boyland
need to face reality.
They're going to need some therapy
to get past this mentality.

Ohhhhhhhhh. . . . .

You'd better watch out!
You'd better not cry!
Oh give it a rest,
It’s a big damn lie.

Santa Claus ain’t comin' to town.