SANTA:
Whataya say kid?
Don't got all day, kid
Endin' my shift
Just tell me the gift
That you really want this year
Whisper it in my ear
All kinds of toys, kid
KID:
I want a Shirley Temple doll
SANTA:
That's not for boys, kid
KID:
Please, Santa
SANTA:
Oh.
Live and let live
Since when do I give
A crap?
Down you go.
Up on Santa's lap
Little Nancy wants a new toy train
Little Nancy's drivin' me insane
Ain't that a lovely Christmas mob
I hate my job
Hey!
Up on Santa's lap
Higbee's gotta pay me overtime
For the little freaks who come to climb
On Santa's lap
KID:
I like Santa
SANTA:
Ew. He's a wet one. Just get him off of me and get me a towel!
KIDS:
What'll I tell him
Can't wait to smell him
What is he like
I want a new bike
But, how should I ask for it
Could you move up a bit
What is he thinking?
What is he drinking?
(SANTA: Merry Christmas)
Who knows what he might
Pull out of that bright
Red cap
Up on Santa's lap
He can make your Christmas dreams come true
(Which is something that I rarely do
Ho ho)
On Santa's lap
(Next!)
ELVES:
See the measly brats before us
Stretching miles through the ailes of the store
'Please, Santa, don't ignore us now'
Who cares if
They're stuck in line
SANTA:
There's no way
I'll stay past nine
SANTA AND ELVES:
Ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho
NARRATOR:
Finally, after two eons and fifty-nine minutes,
the Parker boys were next in line to climb Mount Olympus.
SANTA AND ELVES:
Up on Santa's lap
KID:
Aaaah!
ELVES:
Listen, Santa's got a lot to do
SANTA:
Santa's not about to wait for you
SANTA AND ELVES:
Up on Santa's lap
SANTA:
What's your name, little boy?
ELVES:
Hurry up, kid.
It's nearly nine, the store's closing.
SANTA:
What do you want for Christmas?
ELVES:
Come on, kid.
Come on, kid.
NARRATOR:
My mind had gone blank. I was blowing it.
SANTA:
How about a nice new toy?
RALPHIE:
No! No! I want an official Red Ryder carbine action 200 shot model air rifle!
SANTA:
You'll shoot your eye out, kid!
RALPHIE:
Aaah!
SANTA AND ELVES:
Up on Santa's lap
Sorry kids, that's all the time we've got
SANTA:
'Cause you only ever get one shot
On Santas's lap
ELVES:
On Santa's lap
SANTA AND ELVES:
Ho ho ho ho
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SANTA:
Whataya say kid?
Don't got all day, kid
Endin' my shift
Just tell me the gift
That you really want this year
Whisper it in my ear
All kinds of toys, kid
KID:
I want a Shirley Temple doll
SANTA:
That's not for boys, kid
KID:
Please, Santa
SANTA:
Oh.
Live and let live
Since when do I give
A crap?
Down you go.
Up on Santa's lap
Little Nancy wants a new toy train
Little Nancy's drivin' me insane
Ain't that a lovely Christmas mob
I hate my job
Hey!
Up on Santa's lap
Higbee's gotta pay me overtime
For the little freaks who come to climb
On Santa's lap
KID:
I like Santa
SANTA:
Ew. He's a wet one. Just get him off of me and get me a towel!
KIDS:
What'll I tell him
Can't wait to smell him
What is he like
I want a new bike
But, how should I ask for it
Could you move up a bit
What is he thinking?
What is he drinking?
(SANTA: Merry Christmas)
Who knows what he might
Pull out of that bright
Red cap
Up on Santa's lap
He can make your Christmas dreams come true
(Which is something that I rarely do
Ho ho)
On Santa's lap
(Next!)
ELVES:
See the measly brats before us
Stretching miles through the ailes of the store
'Please, Santa, don't ignore us now'
Who cares if
They're stuck in line
SANTA:
There's no way
I'll stay past nine
SANTA AND ELVES:
Ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho
NARRATOR:
Finally, after two eons and fifty-nine minutes,
the Parker boys were next in line to climb Mount Olympus.
SANTA AND ELVES:
Up on Santa's lap
KID:
Aaaah!
ELVES:
Listen, Santa's got a lot to do
SANTA:
Santa's not about to wait for you
SANTA AND ELVES:
Up on Santa's lap
SANTA:
What's your name, little boy?
ELVES:
Hurry up, kid.
It's nearly nine, the store's closing.
SANTA:
What do you want for Christmas?
ELVES:
Come on, kid.
Come on, kid.
NARRATOR:
My mind had gone blank. I was blowing it.
SANTA:
How about a nice new toy?
RALPHIE:
No! No! I want an official Red Ryder carbine action 200 shot model air rifle!
SANTA:
You'll shoot your eye out, kid!
RALPHIE:
Aaah!
SANTA AND ELVES:
Up on Santa's lap
Sorry kids, that's all the time we've got
SANTA:
'Cause you only ever get one shot
On Santas's lap
ELVES:
On Santa's lap
SANTA AND ELVES:
Ho ho ho ho
Whataya say kid?
Don't got all day, kid
Endin' my shift
Just tell me the gift
That you really want this year
Whisper it in my ear
All kinds of toys, kid
KID:
I want a Shirley Temple doll
SANTA:
That's not for boys, kid
KID:
Please, Santa
SANTA:
Oh.
Live and let live
Since when do I give
A crap?
Down you go.
Up on Santa's lap
Little Nancy wants a new toy train
Little Nancy's drivin' me insane
Ain't that a lovely Christmas mob
I hate my job
Hey!
Up on Santa's lap
Higbee's gotta pay me overtime
For the little freaks who come to climb
On Santa's lap
KID:
I like Santa
SANTA:
Ew. He's a wet one. Just get him off of me and get me a towel!
KIDS:
What'll I tell him
Can't wait to smell him
What is he like
I want a new bike
But, how should I ask for it
Could you move up a bit
What is he thinking?
What is he drinking?
(SANTA: Merry Christmas)
Who knows what he might
Pull out of that bright
Red cap
Up on Santa's lap
He can make your Christmas dreams come true
(Which is something that I rarely do
Ho ho)
On Santa's lap
(Next!)
ELVES:
See the measly brats before us
Stretching miles through the ailes of the store
'Please, Santa, don't ignore us now'
Who cares if
They're stuck in line
SANTA:
There's no way
I'll stay past nine
SANTA AND ELVES:
Ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho
NARRATOR:
Finally, after two eons and fifty-nine minutes,
the Parker boys were next in line to climb Mount Olympus.
SANTA AND ELVES:
Up on Santa's lap
KID:
Aaaah!
ELVES:
Listen, Santa's got a lot to do
SANTA:
Santa's not about to wait for you
SANTA AND ELVES:
Up on Santa's lap
SANTA:
What's your name, little boy?
ELVES:
Hurry up, kid.
It's nearly nine, the store's closing.
SANTA:
What do you want for Christmas?
ELVES:
Come on, kid.
Come on, kid.
NARRATOR:
My mind had gone blank. I was blowing it.
SANTA:
How about a nice new toy?
RALPHIE:
No! No! I want an official Red Ryder carbine action 200 shot model air rifle!
SANTA:
You'll shoot your eye out, kid!
RALPHIE:
Aaah!
SANTA AND ELVES:
Up on Santa's lap
Sorry kids, that's all the time we've got
SANTA:
'Cause you only ever get one shot
On Santas's lap
ELVES:
On Santa's lap
SANTA AND ELVES:
Ho ho ho ho