Art Mooney & His Orchestra - Nuttin' for Christmas Lyrics

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Nuttin' for Christmas

Nuttin' for Christmas Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Nuttin' for Christmas By Art Mooney & His Orchestra?
I broke my bat on Johnny's head; somebody snitched on me.
I hid a frog in sister's bed; somebody snitched on me. I spilled some ink on Mommy's rug,I made Tommy eat a bug, Bought some gum with a penny slug; somebody snitched on me. Oh,(chorus) I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas.Mommy and Daddy are mad. I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas,'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad.(verse) I put a tack on teacher's chair, somebody snitched on me. I tied a knot in Susie's hair; somebody snitched on me. I did a dance on Mommy's plants, climbed a tree and tore my pants. Filled the sugar bowl with ants; somebody snitched on me. So,(repeat chorus) (verse)I won't be seeing Santa Claus; somebody snitched on me. He won't come visit me because somebody snitched on me. Next year I'll be going straight, next year I'll be good, just wait. I'd start now but it's too late; somebody snitched on me. Oh,(repeat chorus) (coda)So, you better be good, whatever you do, 'Cause if you're bad I'm warning you,You'll get nuttin' for Christmas |
Who Wrote Nuttin' for Christmas By Art Mooney & His Orchestra?
Roy C. Bennett, Sid Tepper
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What's The Duration Of The Nuttin' for Christmas By Art Mooney & His Orchestra?The duration of Nuttin' for Christmas is 2:38 minutes and seconds. |
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