Now Santa likes to boogie
Santa likes to dance
Santa likes to rock it
Likes to go real fast
Santa likes to ride
In a boogie, woogie, choo, choo, train
Oh I, I love the nightlife
I got to boogie
On the disco 'round, oh yea
Oh, I love the night life
I got to boogie on the disco 'round, oh yea
I wanna put on my, my, my, my, my
Boogie shoes just to boogie with you, yeah
I wanna put on my, my, my, my, my
Boogie shoes just to boogie with you
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way,
He had a boogie style that no one else could play.
He was the top man at his craft,
But then his number came up, and he was gone with the draft.
He’s in the army now, a-blowin’ reveille,
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.
The Wrigley Building, Chicago is
The Chicago Cubbies, Chicago is
One town that won’t let you down
It’s my kind of town
Christmas is children who just can’t go to sleep
Christmas is memories, the kind you always keep
Deck the halls and give a cheer
For all the things that Christmas is each year
When you close your eyes and go to sleep,
And it’s down to the sound of a heartbeat,
I can hear the things that you’re dreaming about,
When you open up your heart and the truth comes out.
When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I’m still yawning
When I’m in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream
Please, don’t wake me, no, don’t shake me
Leave me where I am, I’m only sleeping
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
She didn’t see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep
She thought that I was tucked up
In my bedroom, fast asleep
She goes downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside, she is free
Just slip out the back, Jack, make a new plan, Stan
Don’t need to be coy, Roy, just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus, don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee, and get yourself free
Virgle, quick come see, there goes-a Robert E. Lee…
Ring, my friend, I said you’d call
Doctor Robert
Day or night he’ll be there any time at all
Doctor Robert
Doctor Doctor, gimme the news,
I got a bad case of lovin’ you.
No pill’s gonna cure my ill,
I’ve got a bad case of lovin’ you.
And said “doctor, ain’t there nothin’ I can take?”
I said “doctor, to relieve this belly ache”
I said “doctor, ain’t there nothin’ I can take?”
I said “doctor, to relieve this belly ache”
Dr. Stein grows funny creatures
Lets them run into the night
They become great rock musicians
And their time is right, time is right
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, baby blue
Don’t know when I’ve been so blue,
Don’t know what’s come over you,
You’ve found someone new,
And don’t it make my brown eyes blue.