The Christmas song

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.