When the clock is striking twelve, when I'm fast asleepDown the chimney broad and black with your pack you'll creepAll the stockings you will find hanging in a rowMine will be the shortest one you'll be sure to know
What's it gonna be, SantaUnderneath the tree, SantaWhat's it gonna be, SantaBe this year for me
Jolly old Saint Nicholas now you dear old manWhisper what you'll bring to me, tell me if you can
What's it gonna be, SantaUnderneath the tree, SantaWhat's it gonna be, SantaBe this year for me
Jason wants a Fender bass, Walt a saxaphoneLee he needs a fluglehorn, Jimmy a tromboneRobert wants a baby grand, Bill a new B3Tris, he wants a dolly, butWhat are you gonna bring to me, Santa
What's it gonna be, SantaUnderneath the tree, SantaWhat's it gonna be, SantaBe this year for me
What's it gonna be, SantaUnderneath the tree, SantaWhat's it gonna be, SantaBe this year for meHow about a shiny electric guitar, Santa
