Tune - Midnight Special

Don't let Rudoph's red nose
Shine its light on me
Don't want Rudolph's red nose
To shine that terrifying light on me!

Well if you ever hit the malls, kids
Well you better act right
And you better not poke, kids
And you better not fight
'Cause Santa's helper's will "correct" you
Pick you up and swing you 'round
And you'll find yourself praying
That you'll land on soft ground

Don't let Rudoph's red nose
Shine its light on me
Don't want Rudolph's red nose
To shine that terrifying light on me!

Well he looks like Santa
But his belly's hard as lead
And his laugh is kinda scarey
And he fills my heart with dread.
His helpers wear these white carnations
In their wide, black lapels
And when he asks if I've been good, kids
Well, I'd rather not tell.

Don't let Rudoph's red nose
Shine its light on me
Don't want Rudolph's red nose
To shine that terrifying light on me!