Jolly old Saint Nicholas, 
Lean your ear this way
Don't you tell a single soul,
What I'm going to say
Christmas Eve [bad word]  soon, 
Now, you dear old man
Whisper what you'll bring to me, 
Tell me if you can

When the clock is striking twelve
When I'm fast asleep
Down the chimney broad and black
With your pack you'll creep
All the stockings you will find 
Hanging in a row
Mine will be the shortest one
You'll be sure to know

Johnny wants a pair of skates
Susy wants a dolly
Nellie wants a story book
She thinks dolls are folly
As for me, my little brain 
Isn't very bright
Choose for me, old Santa Claus
What you think is right

Jolly old Saint Nicholas
Lean your ear this way
Don't you tell a single soul 
What I'm going to say
Christmas Eve [bad word] soon
Now, you dear old man
Whisper what you'll bring to me
Tell me if you can
Tell me if you can

Jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, Old Saint Nick