You better watch out, you better not cry, here's the man who's gonna tell you why I just got back from a lovely trip along the Milky Way I stopped off at the North Pole to spend a holiday I called on dear old Santa Claus to see what I could see He took me in his workshop and told his plans to me So you better watch out, better not cry, better not pout I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's naughty and nice Santa Claus is coming to town He sees you when you're sleeping, 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, 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, rooty-toot-toots and rummy-tum-tums Santa Claus is coming to town And curly-hipped dolls that cuddle and coo, elephants, boats and kitty-cars too Santa Claus, Santa Claus, Santa Claus is coming, coming to town The kids in girl and boy land will have a jubilee They're gonna build a toy-land town all around the Christmas tree So you better watch out, you better not cry, better not pout I'm telling you why, the big jolly man in the bright red suit With his sleigh all full of loot, Santa Claus is coming to town