I hate to burst your babble
Or rain on your parade
Coz you've gone through all the troubles

Preparations you have made

But I got a little news

It's really not that good
I don't wanna spoil your party
But I really think I should


You may have been naughty
You may have been nice

Well it doesn't really matters at all
Throw your stockings right out of the window
Coz santa ain't comin' no mo'


We talk to him this morning
And he said he wasn't well

Ol' rudolph has a cold
His nose is running like hell


He doesn't like your weather
And he really hates the press
He'd rather stay in bed

Than be your little town's guest