Lock up the biscuits
Hide all the rum
Round up the shot guns
Don’t let him come
Santa clause is coming to town
Hunt down the fat man
Burn all his does
Let our hounds,
Bite of his toes
Santa clause is coming to town
Shoot the sled
Fill it with lead
Make all those reindeer dead
Santa clause is coming to town
Down the chimney
Up the stairs
He’s the one whose the
Cause of fear
Santa clause is coming to your house
In your room
He starts to stare
Right around your private square
Santa clause is coming to get you
So you better watch out
You better not die
You better join a mob
I’m telling you why
Santa clause is coming to town
So lock up the biscuits
Hide all the rum
Round up the shot guns
Don’t let him come
Santa clause is coming to town!
That was my song I wrote, hoping I get it on you tube.