Santa Claus Ain't Coming to Your Town...Oh Wait...Here He Comes

You're listening to the Christmas channel
That channel every year that plays that
Same Michael Buble crap over and over again

You better watch out
You're probably gonna cry
You're probably gonna pout
I'm telling you why
'Cause Santa Claus ain't coming to your town
He doesn't have a list
He never checks it twice
He doesn't give a shit if you're naughty or nice
'Cause Santa Claus ain't coming to your town

He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He watches you as you touch yourself
So go on, JustMaster, wait, wait, hold on

You better watch out
You're probably gonna cry
You're probably gonna pout
I'm telling you why
'Cause Santa Claus ain't coming to your town
'Cause Santa Claus ain't coming to your town

Well, there he is, coming, who's that over there?
Sweet merciful crap

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Ready to cause you pain
Ready to take a shit under your Christmas tree again
Bells are ringing, children screaming
Why is Santa humping the tree?
I guess he stopped and got fed up
Bringing gifts that we don't need

Ho, ho, ho, oh, shit
Gimme that, Santa!

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Lost at drunk again
He's got a bag that's filled with turds
For boys and girls the same
Hear those sleigh bells ringle jingle
As he stretches his crotch
So jump in bed and cover your head
'Cause Santa just had some scotch

Ho, ho, ho, -burp