You should not go out
You should not come by
This year’s a washout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus ain’t coming to town.

He’s making a list,
He’s crossing you off,
He’s heard that you sneeze and heard that you cough
Santa Claus ain’t coming to town.

He sees you when you vomit
And he knows when you’re confused
He knows that you’ve been bad, not good
Cuz your mask has gone unused.

You should have stayed home
Or worn a mask.
No presents for you, so don’t even ask
Santa Claus ain’t coming to town.

No little tin horns, little toy box
No bright colored ties and orange-colored socks
Santa Claus ain’t coming to town
No cheap plastic dolls that tinkle and poo
No baseballs or bats or basketballs too
Santa Claus ain’t comin’ to town.

The kids and sickly parents won’t have a jubilee
They won’t be going into town
Or get a Christmas tree.
So! No need to watch out!
Don’t look at the sky
Santa’s at home, the reindeer won’t fly
Santa Claus ain’t coming
Santa Claus ain’t coming
Santa Claus ain’t coming to town.