I just came back from a lovely trip Along the Milky Way,
I stopped off at the North Pole To spend a holiday,
I called on dear old Santa Claus To see what I could see.
He took me to his workshop And told his plans to me.
So you better watch out, you better not cry, Better not pout, I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is comin' to town.
His making a list and checking it twice,
Gonna find out who's naughty and nice, Santa Claus is comin' to town.
Santa Claus is comin' to town.
He sees you when you're sleeping, He knows when you're a awake;
He knows if you've been bad or good, So be good, for goodness' sake!
Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry, Better not pout, I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is comin' to town.
Now, Santa is a busy man, He has no time to play.
He's got millions of stocking To fill on Christmas day,
You'd better write your letter now,
And mail it right away,
Because, he's getting ready His reideer and his sleigh.
With little tin horns and little toy drums,
Rooty toot-toots and rummy tums, Santa Claus is comin' to town.
And curly head dolls that cuddle and coo,
Elephants, boats, and kiddy cars, too,
Santa Claus is comin' to town.
The kids in girl and boyland, Will have a jubilee,
They're going to build a Toyland All around the Christmas tree.
So you better watch out, you better not cry, Better not pout, I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is comin' to town.
By Haven Gillespie
