Oh, I just got a message
from 'ol Saint Nick way up in Christmasland
And he says that the toys for good girls
and boys are being made as planned
There's a truck for little Billy
and a dolly for Molly dear
But you ain't gettin' diddly squat
'cause you really messed up this year
Oh, the winter fields are white with snow
and the lights are shining bright
And wee little heads tucked up
in bed dream of sugar plums this night
You might dream of big red apples
and those candy canes so near
But you ain't gettin' diddly squat
'cause you really messed up this year
Fa-la-la-la, you're in trouble!
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
When your mother asked you to wash the dishes
Well, you said, "No no no!"
And you would not pick up your socks
So you might find a stocking full of coal
Ho-ho-ho!
Oh, you know that Santa's watching you
and he keeps a great big list
And when I tell him the things you do,
he really will be mad
He'll sit you on his knee
and then he'll whisper in your ear
And you ain't gettin' diddly squat
'cause you really messed up
Oh, you really messed up
Oh, you really, you really messed up this year!...
You ain't gettin' diddly squat