Santa Doesn’t Cop Out on Dope

Lyrics

Hi, boys and girls This is your old friend And you know what? We just got back from the North Pole And you know what we were doing up there, don't you? That's right, we saw him alright And all his little dwarves Boy, did we get off on them And we learned some wonderful things about him And we'd like to sing you all a little song So why don't ya, you know, move on up And come up close, and we'll sing to you Come on, closer, closer, come on, I won't bite Come on, right down by my shoes Come on, move closer, that's it, great Okay, huddle all around, and we'll sing you a song Alright, you too Johnny, come on, closer All year long, he's busy making toys For all the little girls and little boys He puts them in his sled and gives his whip a crack On Donder, on Blitzen, but never on smack 'Cause Santa doesn't cop out on dope Has he ever even tried it? Well, y'know The answer's no So little kiddies, here's my point Just leave him cookies, and save your joint 'Cause Santa Claus turns on it his own way Watching you and I turn on on Christmas day Merry Christmas Merry Christmas, David Geffen Merry Christmas, everybody