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"Santa Ain't Comin' No Mo'"
Fruitcake
I'd hate to burst your bubble
Rain on your parade
Coz you've gone through all the trouble
Preparations you have made
But I got a little news
It's really not that good
I don't wanna spoil the party
But I really think I should
You may have been naughty
You may have been nice
Well it doesn't really matter at all
Throw your stockings out of the window
Coz Santa ain't comin' no mo'
We talked to him this morning
And he said he wasn't well
Ole Rudolph has a cold
His nose is running like hell
He doesn't like your weather
And he really hates the press
He'd rather stay in bed than be
Your little town's guest
You may have been naughty
You may have been nice
Well it doesn't really matter at all
Throw your stockings out of the window
Coz Santa ain't comin' no mo'
Oh no
Don't want no hesitation
Now children don't you fret
There's no need to feel bad
About a fat guy in red
We want your full cooperation
Everybody settle down
It's time to talk business
We're not here to fool around
You may have been naughty
You may have been nice
Well it doesn't really matter at all
Throw your stockings out of the window
Coz Santa ain't comin' no mo'
Come on
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Throw your stockings out of the window
Coz Santa ain't comin' no mo'
Throw your stockings out of the window
Coz Santa ain't comin' no mo'
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