Here comes Santa Claus,
Here comes Santa Claus,
Bright down Santa Claus Lane.
He huffs and puffs and coughs a lot,
yet never he complains.
Bells are ringing, children singing,
all is merry and white.
Hang your stockings and say your prayers,
'cause Santa Claus comes tonight.

Here comes Santa Claus,
Here comes Santa Claus,
Glum down Santa Claus Lane.
He's got a bag that strains his back,
he never is unchained.
Hear that grunting, stunted runting,
and the fat jolly jeers.
Don't be afraid, and cover your years,
'cause Santa Claus comes this year.

Here comes Santa Claus,
Here comes Santa Claus,
Oozing through the rain.
He doesn't care if you're rich or poor,
he comes t'you just the same.
Santa knows we're all his children
--he can do what he likes.
Lock your doors and say your prayers,
'cause Santa Claus comes tonight.

Here comes Santa Claus,
Here comes Santa Claus,
Guts out, fever high.
He tosses and turns and twists and burns
and people start to cry.
Yes, Santa comes when the clocks are ringing
that it's Christmas again.
Yes, lock our doors and say our prayers,
'cause Santa has come to stay.

--Halderman/Brynhildur