Oh mummy dear, on Christmas Day
Again I must complain
I wonder is it Santa Claus
Who makes mistakes again
You see, there's little Jenny Brown
Who got so many things
Dolls and sweets and teddy bears
And clothes and golden rings.
Christmas is coming
And the goose is getting fat
Hey, put a penny
In the old man's hat
Light up the fire
The wind is blowing cold
Santa Claus is getting old.
Oh mummy, Jenny has too much,
And still it's not enough
But little Peter down the road
Got none of all the stuff
He`s cold and hungry, can`t you see?
There's holes in both his shoes
No toys for him, no clothes and sweets
And no Christmas goods.
Christmas is coming
And the goose is getting fat
Hey, put a penny
In the old man's hat
Light up the fire
The wind is blowing cold
Santa Claus is getting old.
Oh child, I understand you now
You think this is not right
Some children live all in the dark
While others own the light
But Santa Claus is not to blame
While pouring out his load
Jenny Brown will simply share
With Peter down the road.
Christmas is coming
And the goose is getting fat
Hey, put a penny
In the old man's hat
Light up the fire
The wind is blowing cold
Santa Claus is getting old.
Christmas is coming
And the goose is getting fat
Hey, put a penny
In the old man's hat
Light up the fire
The wind is blowing cold
Santa Claus is getting old.
Again I must complain
I wonder is it Santa Claus
Who makes mistakes again
You see, there's little Jenny Brown
Who got so many things
Dolls and sweets and teddy bears
And clothes and golden rings.
Christmas is coming
And the goose is getting fat
Hey, put a penny
In the old man's hat
Light up the fire
The wind is blowing cold
Santa Claus is getting old.
Oh mummy, Jenny has too much,
And still it's not enough
But little Peter down the road
Got none of all the stuff
He`s cold and hungry, can`t you see?
There's holes in both his shoes
No toys for him, no clothes and sweets
And no Christmas goods.
Christmas is coming
And the goose is getting fat
Hey, put a penny
In the old man's hat
Light up the fire
The wind is blowing cold
Santa Claus is getting old.
Oh child, I understand you now
You think this is not right
Some children live all in the dark
While others own the light
But Santa Claus is not to blame
While pouring out his load
Jenny Brown will simply share
With Peter down the road.
Christmas is coming
And the goose is getting fat
Hey, put a penny
In the old man's hat
Light up the fire
The wind is blowing cold
Santa Claus is getting old.
Christmas is coming
And the goose is getting fat
Hey, put a penny
In the old man's hat
Light up the fire
The wind is blowing cold
Santa Claus is getting old.
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