It’s… a… difficult responsibility
That he extract from the number-one law keeper, me
Be it known throughout the land from sea to sea
There’ll be no more.. toy… makers… to the King!
HoHoDooDa
Santa Claus In Comin To Town
I hate toys! And toys hate me! Either they are going or I am going and I definitely am not going!
Santa Claus In Comin To Town
Kris made a list of all the children and the toys they wanted.
He checked it over once, then checked it over twice.
He tried to figure out just who was naughty and who was nice.
Well I guess they’re all pretty nice!
Santa Claus In Comin To Town
Who nears my mountain! Go back or you are doomed!
Santa Claus In Comin To Town
It’s a difficult responsibility
When you an accept an appointment from His Majesty
You must strive for just the perfect quality
When you’re the first toy maker to the king!
Santa Claus In Comin To Town
This is the only clue, sir. It says, “Claus”.
Ah, take the little, er, baggage to the orphan asylum. That’s the proper place for foundlings anyway.
[the baby starts to cry]
Get that brat out of here!
Santa Claus In Comin To Town
Look, sir, look what was discovered on your front stoop.
What, Grimsby? The milk? The daily paper?
No, sir, a baby.
Oh, is that all?
[gasps and chokes]
A *baby*?