Santa Ain't Comin' No Mo

Letra de Santa Ain't Comin' No Mo

I hate to burst your babble Or rain on your parade Coz you've gone through all the troubles Preparations you have madeBut I got a little news It's really not that good I don't wanna spoil your party But I really think I shouldYou may have been naughty You may have been nice Well it doesn't really matters at all Throw your stockings right out of the window Coz santa ain't comin' no mo'We talk to him this morning And he said he wasn't well Ol' rudolph has a cold His nose is running like hellHe doesn't like your weather And he really hates the press He'd rather stay in bed Than be your little town's guest