Some little children gazing out of their window,
Waiting for that man dressed up in red.
It is almost time for him to come,
So you better hide
And get under the covers of your beds.
But all the waitin' just ain't helpin' at all
'Cause Santa won't come until everyone's asleep.
And he goes out with his reindeer,
And they stop at each house
That fat guy can barely even fit through my chimney.
(Listen to me)

Don't wait up for Santa Claus.
Leave him milk and cookies, and he'll leave you some presents.
I hope you're a good boy, 'cause you don't want a sock full of coal.
I think our house is gonna be last.

Little children just do not understand,
That their money don't grow on trees.
They want a Game Boy, and a Playstation 2.
Maybe that new Britney Spears CD.
They all go watch those rich people on TV,
And think at Christmas, their folks can spend a hundred.
They are influenced by these rich millionares,
Like on "Diff'rent Strokes", I think his name's Drummond.
(Ya'll hear me?)

Don't wait up for Santa Claus.
Leave him milk and cookies, and he'll leave you some presents.
I hope you're a good boy, 'cause you don't want a sock full of coal.
I think our house is gonna be last.

Don't wait up for Santa Claus.
Leave him milk and cookies, and he'll leave you some presents.
I hope you're a good boy, 'cause you don't want a sock full of coal.
I think our house is gonna be last.