There’s no sign of Santa crisscrossing the sky
No sleigh with his reindeer zooming up high
No tracks in the snow
No loud ho, ho, ho!
The world is puzzled and shouting out WHY?
The shops are so worried, their profits plunge down
Children weep sadly, their parents all frown
No fat guy to hug
No white hair to tug
Where’s that loveable clown in his red dressing gown?
The truth is so sad and real hard to mention
But it’s got to be told to release all the tension
After breaking his back
Lifting sack after sack
Old Santa is finally drawing his pension!!
And so is Roger the Dodger.
That’s all folks!