You can try to block the chimney
You can arc-weld shut the flue
But it won’t matter what you try
‘Cause Santa’s stalking you.
He sees you when you’re sleeping?
He knows when you’re awake?!
Just how many warning signs
Is it going to take?
He’s forcing all those elven slaves
To make you little gifts.
He bids you come sit on his lap,
It’d give him SUCH a “lift.”
We’ve tried to call the FBI,
There’s nothing they can do.
They say the big guy’s just a myth,
But Santa’s stalking you.