Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
mean you're here this way
Don't you care a single soul what I'm gonna say
Christmas Eve is coming soon,
now you dear old man
Whisper what you'll bring to me,
tell me if you can
When the clock is striking twelve,
and night's on the speak Down the chimney drawn back,
with your pack you'll free All the stockings you will find,
hanging in the row Mine will be the shortest one,
you be sure to know
Johnny wants a pair of skates,
Susie wants a sled
Nanny wants a picture book, piano blue and red
Now I think I'll leave to you,
what to give the rest
But give little Billy a drum this year
Cos that's what he likes best
