Santa's Workshop

Imagination's running wild
So unwind yourself unwind yourself
Unwind your mind
Your mind

A warm little place
Where no one would ever think to look for you
A warm little place
Once you're there it's not long before you wish they would

See lots of tools
Use your imagination to make lots of toys
Toys, lots of toys
Oh yeah

The man, the fat man, the strong man
He's in charge
Makes sure you get things right
He keeps you around 'til your mind is dry
Your hands don't work
You've lost all sight

Then out you go
In the cold in the North Pole
Good luck getting home

Cold, ice cold
And you're froze
Now you're froze
Frozen

Imagination's running wild
So unwind



Credits
Writer(s): Neil Crawford
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