Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

You better watch out, you better not cry

Don't pout I'm telling you why

I just came back from a lovely trip along the Milky Way

I stopped off at the North Pole to spend the holiday

I called on dear old Santa Claus, to see what I could see

He took me to his workshop and told his plans to me

So, you better watch out, you better not cry

Better not pout I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town (don't pout I'm telling you)

He's making a list and checking it twice

Gonna find out who's naughty and nice

Santa Claus is coming to town (and he's watching)

He sees you when you're sleeping

He knows when you're awake

He knows if you've been bad or good

So be good for goodness sake

Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry

Better not pout I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

(With little tin horns and little toy drums

And rooty toot toots and rummy-tum tums)

Santa Claus is coming to town

Look at that crazy red suit

(Curly-haired dolls that cuddle and coo

And elephant guns and kiddie cars, too)

Santa Claus is coming to town

Ride, ride man ride

He sees you when you're sleeping

He knows when you're awake

He knows if you've been bad or good

So be good for goodness sake

Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry

Better not pout I'm telling you why

(Santa) is coming to town

(Oh, Santa) get rid of that frown 'cause

Santa Claus is coming to town (don't pout, I'm telling you why)

It's in the bag