Garth Brooks - Call Me Claus Lyrics
May not know by lookin' at meWho you're looking at exactlyWonder who could that be in your stockin'Suit of red and cheeks of cherryLookin' extraordinarySpare me cause you scare with your gawkin'Hold your applausePick up your jawsCall me Claus, hoahI got the spirit of the season in meSpreadin' joy and toys a'plentyNimbly down your chimney I'll be bumpin'Give me room 'cause I'm a packin'Only time for toys and snackin'Love to stay here yackin'But I'm humpin'I got a causeNo time to pauseThey call me ClausHoah, call me SantaCall me KringleCall me Old Saint NickAll those have a beautiful ringPleasin' is the reasonAnd the season's a kickWhen your SantaBaby, you gotta swingSwing, I dare ya, yeahHey, call me SantaCall me KringleCall me Old Saint NickAll those have a beautiful ringPleasin' is the reasonAnd the season's a kickWhen you SantaBaby, you gotta swingSo while in your jammies sleepin'Roof to roof I'll be a leapin'Quickly if your creepin' for a peepin'The oohs and aahsAre all becauseThey call me ClausHold your applauseHey, watch the pawsThey call me Claus
