Fat Man
over there is Santa Claus
I know, I know, I know
I can tell by the crinkle
on the bridge of his nose
The wink of his eye,
and the twinkle of his toes
And the joy wherever he goes
Fat Man is he
I don't care if every other corner
has a Santa Claus standing there
I don't care
Short or tall, or round, or fat, or slim
I'm aware of the many
other Santas
everywhere
I'm aware,
but that one over there
Represents them all as
they represent him
That man over there is Santa Claus
I know, I know, I know
I can tell by the crinkle
on the bridge of his nose
The wink of his eye
and the twinkle of his toes
And the joy wherever he goes
That man is he!
That man over there is Santa Claus,
I know, I know, I know!
I can tell by the jingle
in his voice like a bell,
Bright as the holly in his coat lapel,
And the joy he spreads as well!
That man is he!
I don't care if every other corner
has a Santa Claus standing there,
I don't care!
Down with Scrooge and up with Tiny Tim!
I'm aware of the many
other Santas
everywhere, but I don't care,
cause that one over there
represents them all as they
represent him.
That man over there is Santa Claus,
I know, I know, I know.
I can tell by the crinkle
on the bridge of his nose,
the wink of his eye,
and the twinkle of his toes.
And it's sure, wherever he goes
That man is he,
over there is Santa Santa Claus,
over there is Santa
I know he calls