CHICAGO - Jolly Old St. Nicholas lyrics

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Jolly old St. Nicholas

Lean your ear this way

Don't you tell a single soul

What I'm going to 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

When I'm fast asleep

Down the chimney broad and black

With your pack you'll creep

All the stockings you will find

Hanging in a row

Mine will be the shortest one

You'll be sure to know

What's it gonna be, Santa

Underneath the tree, Santa

What's it gonna be, Santa

Be this for me

Jolly old St. Nicholas

Now you dear old man

Whisper what you'll bring to me

Tell me if you can

What's it gonna be, Santa

Underneath the tree, Santa

What's it gonna be, Santa

Be this for me

Jason wants a Fender bass

Walt a saxophone

Lee, he needs a flugelhorn

Jimmy, a trombone

Robert wants a baby grand

Bill, a new B3

Tris, he wants a dolly, but

What are you gonna bring to me, Santa?

What's it gonna be, Santa

Underneath the tree, Santa

What's it gonna be, Santa

Be this

What's it gonna be, Santa

Underneath the tree, Santa

What's it gonna be, Santa

Be this for me

How about a shiny electric guitar, Santa?