Lyrics

[Intro] You'd better not cry, I'ma tell you why 'Cause Santa Claus is coming to town Uh, he's Santa Claus Uh, good God [Verse 1] There's a blizzard outside that is three feet deep When you look out the window, can't see the streets The night before Christmas is Christmas Eve All the kids in my block can't even sleep There's a knock at the door, walk across the floor It was the Nicholas in the neighborhood popping tour He said to me he was jolly Old Nick The once-a-year Christmas trick I just stared in disbelief, the conversation was brief "I need some transportation, how 'bout your Jeep?" I said, "C'mon, stop joking, you're not Santa Claus" He took me outside and with no rеmorse Showed me a bag six feet high It was rеd, dark red, so it wasn't a lie One more question, where are your deer? The flying sled and the bright red gear? He said "Unfortunately son, they're not here" As he spoke, down his face rolled a tear So I came to you, because you knew what to do Since Rudolph and his crew have come down with the flu Time is running out as I gave him the key I said "What will be under the tree for me?" He said "Wish hard my boy, and you will see" [Chorus] Hey, I'm Santa, huh Hey, I'm Santa, huh, good God! Hit me, huh, hey [Verse 2] Waiting hours for my ride, I figured he was far Hoping no damage would come to my car Ding-dong, three in the morning, who could it be? Mister Nickolson's, fog red Jeep All he said was "thanks" and gave me the key I woke up on Christmas, everything was alright Looked out my window, not a soul in sight Streets are white, I'm all uptight Wishing for my car the whole damn night Everybody in the house got what they wanted I don't believe in Santa Claus is all I chanted Telling me this lie, he went too far As I searched under the tree to find a little car This got me mad from head to socks When under car in bold letters it read Matchbox I was upset, you can bet, anyone will agree I got right on the phone to call Greg G and Troy and Gee I said, "I felt bad." They said, "For what reason?" Come over for breakfast, talk about the season Walkin' down the steps I was shocked to see A red ribbon tied around a white 190E Attached to the Jeep was a greeting card Thank you for the Jeep, it helped do the job [Chorus] Hey, he's Santa Claus Uh, good God Uh, Merry Christmas from the Disco Four, huh Hey, he's Santa Claus Huh, huh, good God Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas from the Disco Four Merry, merry-merry, merry-merry-merry-merry, merry, merry-merry-merry Ahh, Christmas Good God almighty He's Santa Claus He's Santa, c'mon He's Santa Claus [Outro] We'd like to wish everybody a very merry, Merry Christmas from the Disco Four