Whoever Thinks About Santa

The Santa is coming back to us in cheer. Carrying a sack and wearing a big white beard. He ain't forgetting none of us. He's forgiven us all the week bus But who?

We're the things about Santa Santa ain't picking All the week fight Though we heard We got a big night And good all right And even if we don't succeed We wipe him letters that he reads But who, who, who, who ever thinks about Santa Claus When Christmas time comes around Who haven't give for him

And do whatever he ever does Who, who, who ever thinks about Santa I'm a dog for my sister, a guitar for me It's like it's so heavy He has to walk on his knees And then he's bannin' like the word naw I wonder if he's tired of his jaw

Whoever thinks about Santa Claus When Christmas time comes around Whoever gives for him And whoever gives a damn Who do whoever thinks about Santa Whoever thinks about Santa Whoever thinks about Santa Claus You