Santa Claus grew up in the ghetto

….Oh Christmas bells, oh Christmas bells, oh wherefore art thou spells, just a bunch of cling clung cling clung, noises, do tell. You’ve lost your luster, today’s kids don’t know to be flustered, electronic, game boys and Sonic, make up the ambient sounds, Santa Claus ain’t been making his rounds, he need to check these prices, the middle man turned his holiday into a crisis, Halloween and Thanksgiving is looking the nicest, but I guess it ain’t over until the fat man sings; I know you left out some milk and cookies, but he went into your fridge and stole those wings.