C'mon (Hey, Santa!) (feat. T3DDY)
C'mon Santa
Won't ya visit me
We got some room
Under our tree
Haven't been bad
But could be better
You'll read about it
In my letter
Lots of hopes
And expectations
Watching Elf and
Christmas Vacation
Die Hard, hardly wait
Home Alone
Nakatomi plaza
Hans falls like snow
Excitement builds
Chocolate doors all open
Did Santa pack his sack?
That's what we're hopin'!
Looking to the sky
For the sleigh with cargo
The stars, they shine
Like Todd and Margo
Stockings are hung
Very care-fully
Where do ya think?
By the chimeny
Hoping for a guest
Ya just real quick
He's welcome anytime
Come on in, Nick
C'mon Santa won't ya visit me
We got some room under our tree
Haven't been bad but could be better
You can read about it in my letter
C'mon Santa, you know the way
Hop into that flying sleigh
Come visit my family
We got some room under our tree
We are singing
Our favourite songs
White Christmas, drummer boy
Burumpah bum bum
The turkey is done
Come to the table
You bet, right now
Come all ye faithful
Dinner's complete
Now we're feeling groggy
Dad is gettin' loud
Smelling quite egg-noggy
Everybody's happy
But careful where you go
Aunt Linda's taking ' out
The mistle-toe
Gifts are wrapped
So nice and neat
There's magic in the air
Like 34th Street
Thankful for the love
Of all our kin
But we can't wait
Until mornin'
Come on, hey Santa
(Come on now, Santa Claus)
Won't ya visit me?
(Come down my chimney)
We got some
Room, Santa
Under our Christmas tree
(There's room under that tree)
Christmas morning
It's finally here
On the roof
I think I heard the reindeer
Landing that sleigh
For the big jolly guy
And it looks like the gifts
Have multiplied
The milk n cookies
Are eaten, all gone
There's reindeer prints
Outside on the lawn
Eliminating doubt
Ya he definitely came
Unwrap these gifts
It's a paper hurricane
Well, everybody got
Exactly what their wantin'
I'd say we're pretty lucky
Yeah spoiled rotten
Now it's time to chill
Ya eat n drink some more
We'll do it all again
In three-sixty-four
Come on, hey Santa
(Come on now, Santa Claus)
Won't ya visit me?
(Come down my chimney)
We got some
Room, Santa
Under our Christmas tree
(There's room under that tree)
Come on!
Hey Santa!
(Santa Claus)
You got to come and visit me
Come on
Hey Santa
Won't you visit me?
Won't you visit me?
Won't ya visit me
We got some room
Under our tree
Haven't been bad
But could be better
You'll read about it
In my letter
Lots of hopes
And expectations
Watching Elf and
Christmas Vacation
Die Hard, hardly wait
Home Alone
Nakatomi plaza
Hans falls like snow
Excitement builds
Chocolate doors all open
Did Santa pack his sack?
That's what we're hopin'!
Looking to the sky
For the sleigh with cargo
The stars, they shine
Like Todd and Margo
Stockings are hung
Very care-fully
Where do ya think?
By the chimeny
Hoping for a guest
Ya just real quick
He's welcome anytime
Come on in, Nick
C'mon Santa won't ya visit me
We got some room under our tree
Haven't been bad but could be better
You can read about it in my letter
C'mon Santa, you know the way
Hop into that flying sleigh
Come visit my family
We got some room under our tree
We are singing
Our favourite songs
White Christmas, drummer boy
Burumpah bum bum
The turkey is done
Come to the table
You bet, right now
Come all ye faithful
Dinner's complete
Now we're feeling groggy
Dad is gettin' loud
Smelling quite egg-noggy
Everybody's happy
But careful where you go
Aunt Linda's taking ' out
The mistle-toe
Gifts are wrapped
So nice and neat
There's magic in the air
Like 34th Street
Thankful for the love
Of all our kin
But we can't wait
Until mornin'
Come on, hey Santa
(Come on now, Santa Claus)
Won't ya visit me?
(Come down my chimney)
We got some
Room, Santa
Under our Christmas tree
(There's room under that tree)
Christmas morning
It's finally here
On the roof
I think I heard the reindeer
Landing that sleigh
For the big jolly guy
And it looks like the gifts
Have multiplied
The milk n cookies
Are eaten, all gone
There's reindeer prints
Outside on the lawn
Eliminating doubt
Ya he definitely came
Unwrap these gifts
It's a paper hurricane
Well, everybody got
Exactly what their wantin'
I'd say we're pretty lucky
Yeah spoiled rotten
Now it's time to chill
Ya eat n drink some more
We'll do it all again
In three-sixty-four
Come on, hey Santa
(Come on now, Santa Claus)
Won't ya visit me?
(Come down my chimney)
We got some
Room, Santa
Under our Christmas tree
(There's room under that tree)
Come on!
Hey Santa!
(Santa Claus)
You got to come and visit me
Come on
Hey Santa
Won't you visit me?
Won't you visit me?
Credits
Writer(s): Ted Sheppard
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