I just came back from a trip along the Milky Way
I stopped off at the North Pole to spend the holiday
I called on old dear Santa Claus to see what I could see
He took me to his workshop and told his plans to me

Now Santa is a busy man he has no time to play
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas Day
You better write your letter now and mail it right away
Because he's getting ready his reindeers and his sleigh

You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I'm telling you why

Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town

He's making a list and checkin' it twice
He's gonna find out who's naughty or nice

Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town

He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
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So be good for goodness sake

Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I'm telling you why

Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town

Little tin horns, little toy [bad word] 
Rooty toot toots [bad word] tum tums
Curly head dolls that cuddle and coo
Elephants, boats and kiddie cars too

Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town

The kids in girl and boyland
Will have a jubilee
They're gonna build a toyland
All around the Christmas tree

So you better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I'm telling you why

Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town

Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town
Santa Claus [bad word] to town