Well, well, well, what have we here? Santa Claus, huh, ooh, I'm really scared, so you're the one everybody's talkin' about. You're jokin', you're jokin', I can't believe my eyes. You're jokin' me, you gotta be, this can't be the right guy. He's ancient, he's ugly, I don't know which is worse. I might just split a seam now if I don't die laughin' first. Mr. Oogie Boogie says there's trouble close at hand. You better pay attention now, cause I'm the boogie man. And if you aren't shakin', there's something very wrong. Cause this may be the last time you hear the boogie song. Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm the boogie boogie man. Well, if I'm feelin' antsy and I've nothing much to do, I might just cook a special batch of snaggin' spider stew. And don't you know the one thing that would make it work so nice? A roly-poly Santa Claus to add a little spice. Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, I'm the oogie boogie man. Release me now or you must face the dire consequences. The children are expecting me, so please come to your senses. Ah, you're jokin', you're jokin'. I can't believe my ears. When someone shot this fella, I'm drownin' in my tears. It's funny, I'm laughin', you really are too much. And now, with your permission, I'm going to do my stuff. Well, what are you going to do? I'm going to do the best I can. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Whoa! The sound of rolling dice to me is music in the air. Because I'm a gamblin' boogie man, although I don't play fair. It's much more fun, I must confess, with lives on the line. Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy, now let it be just fine. Release me fast, or you will have to answer for this hater's act. Oh, brother, you're something. You put me in a spin. You aren't comprehending the position that you're in. It's hopeless, you're finished, you haven't got a prayer. Because I'm Mr. Boogie Boogie, and you ain't going nowhere.