I ain't talkin' just to tease. People like you, you don't grow on dreams. Look at you, that's what it's gonna be. Have everything I need. Around my soul book Christmas tree.
Santa Claus, go straight to the ghetto. Hitch up your reindeer, uh!. And go straight to the ghetto. . Santa Claus, go straight to the ghetto. Fill every stocking you find.