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You better not cry
Santa Claus is coming to town

Let me redo that I got cut off before I could edit and add:

Oh, you better cry,
You better not pout
Cause, Santa Claus is coming to town…

This town is a lonely town
Not the only town like-a this town
This town is a make-you town
Or a break-you-town and bring-you-down town.

She’s stepping out with a swell
She’s holding hands on the El
Hyphenated Harriet:
The nouveau from New Rochelle

She’s got the Vanderbilt clans
She’s with the sidewalk Cezannes
Hyphenated Harriet:
The nouveau from New Rochelle

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes,
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies.
And she only reveals what she wants you to see,
She hides like a child but she’s always a woman to me.

But when we turn out the lights
She’s still a lady to me.

Well, she’s all you’d ever want
She’s the kind I like to flaunt and take to dinner
But she always knows her place
She’s got style, she’s got grace, she’s a winner
She’s a lady
Oh, whoa, whoa, she’s a lady
Talkin’ about that little lady
And the lady is mine

*’ Cause what she sees is only what she wants too,

What she has she thinks is enough,

And what she does is just look at the good things,

And what she is,
Is a Woman in love…*

I am just a poor boy.
Though my story’s seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.

Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies,
Tell me lies

What a fool believes, he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
Than nothing at all

Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’
And I’m not stuffin’, believe you me.
Don’t you remember I told ya
I’m a soldier in the war on poverty, yeah, yes, I am.

Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill at ease.
One man’s temper rises
While another man’s temper might freeze.
In the day of confession
We cannot mock a soul.
Oh, when there’s too much of nothing,
No one has control.

It’s astounding,
Time is fleeting,
Madness takes its toll.
But listen closely,
Not for very much longer,
I’ve got to keep control.

All I’m takin’ is your time

Tonight I need a friend

Help me make it through the night…

Whatever gets you through your life
It’s all right, it’s all right
Do it wrong, or do it right
It’s all right, it’s all right

Do me wrong, do me right
Tell me lies, but hold me tight
Save your good-byes for the morning light
But don’t let me be lonely tonight

Almost every day you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me to rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.

Come Saturday morning

I’m going away with my friend…

We’ll Saturday spent til the end of the day…

You just call out my name,
And you know wherever I am,
I’ll come running, to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer or fall,
All you have to do is call,
And I’ll be there,
You’ve got a friend.