Chicago - Jolly Old St. Nicholas lyrics

Jolly old St. Nicholas Lean your ear this way Don't you tell a single soul What I'm going to say Christmas Eve is coming soon Now, you dear old man Whisper what you'll bring to me Tell me if you can When the clock is striking twelve When I'm fast asleep Down the chimney broad and black With your pack you'll creep All the stockings you will find Hanging in a row Mine will be the shortest one You'll be sure to know What's it gonna be, Santa Underneath the tree, Santa What's it gonna be, Santa Be this for me Jolly old St. Nicholas Now, you dear old man Whisper what you'll bring to me Tell me if you can What's it gonna be, Santa Underneath the tree, Santa What's it gonna be, Santa Be this for me Jason wants a Fender ba** Walt a saxophone Lee, he needs a flügelhorn Jimmy, a trombone Robert wants a baby grand Bill, a new B3 Tris, he wants a dolly, but What are you gonna bring to me, Santa? What's it gonna be, Santa Underneath the tree, Santa What's it gonna be, Santa Be this What's it gonna be, Santa Underneath the tree, Santa What's it gonna be, Santa Be this for me How about a shiny electric guitar, Santa?