05.01.2009 / 21.41 pm
 
Rating: 3.67
Votes: 3
1: Now, listen to me, Santa.
You've got to get this right.
There're lots of girls and boys out there
whose presents are real nice-.
They're showered every Christmas
with loads of toys and things,
so much they know what to expect,
demanding what you'll bring.

2: Now, listen to me, Santa.
Please do not get this wrong.
There's other girls and boys out there
who barely have a home-.
And lots are really starving
for just a bite to eat.
And some are even freezing now
with no shoes on their feet.

BRIDGE:
Santa, would I seem ungrateful
if I turned you down this year?
Santa, since they're bought and paid for,
could you fly on by past my house that night
and deliver all my goodies to a lot of other kids?
Could you fly on by past my house that night
and deliver all my goodies? I'd feel better if you did-.

3: Now, listen to me, Santa.
You'd better get this clear.
Don’t think this generosity
will happen every year-.
'Cause I bet Uncle Marvin
that you won't stop this time.
And if you fly right past our house,
his brand new Porsche's mine.



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