Call Me Claus lyrics |
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May not know by lookin' at me Who you're looking at exactly Wonder who could that be in your stockin' Suit of red and cheeks of cherry Lookin' extraordinary Spare me cause you scare with your gawkin' Hold your applause Pick up your jaws Call me Claus, hoah I got the spirit of the season in me Spreadin' joy and toys a'plenty Nimbly down your chimney I'll be bumpin' Give me room 'cause I'm a packin' Only time for toys and snackin' Love to stay here yackin' But I'm humpin' |
I got a cause No time to pause They call me Claus Hoah, call me Santa Call me Kringle Call me Old Saint Nick All those have a beautiful ring Pleasin' is the reason And the season's a kick When your Santa Baby, you gotta swing Swing, I dare ya, yeah Hey, call me Santa Call me Kringle Call me Old Saint Nick |
All those have a beautiful ring Pleasin' is the reason And the season's a kick When you Santa Baby, you gotta swing So while in your jammies sleepin' Roof to roof I'll be a leapin' Quickly if your creepin' for a peepin' The oohs and aahs Are all because They call me Claus Hold your applause Hey, watch the paws They call me Claus |
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