Louis Armstrong & The Commanders

From Coney Island to the Sunset Strip Somebody's gonna make a happy trip tonight While the moon is bright He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys So dig Santa comes on big He'll come a-callin' when it snows the most When all your cats are sleepin' warm as toast And you ganna flip when old Saint Nick Lays a lick on the peppermint stick He come a-flyin' from a higher place And fill the stocking by the fireplace So you'll Have a yule that's coll Merry Christmas Yeah, from Coney Island to the Sunset Strip Somebody's gonna make a happy trip tonight While the moon is bright He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys So dig Santa comes on big Come a-callin' when it snows the most Cats are sleepin' warm as toast And you gonna flip when old Saint Nick Lays a lick on the peppermint stick

'Zat You, Santa Claus?
Gifts I'm preparing for some Christmas sharing,
But I pause because,
Hanging my stocking I can hear a knocking.
'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Sure is dark out, ain't the slightest spark out.
'Pon my slackened jaw!
Who's there? Who is it stopping for a visit?
'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Are you bringing a present for me,
Something pleasantly pleasant for me?
Then it's just what I've been waiting for.
Would you mind slipping it under the door?
Cold winds are howling, or could that be growling?
My legs feel like straws.
My my oh me my, kindly would you reply?
'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Hanging the stocking, I can hear a knocking.
'Zat you, Santa Claus?
I say, who's there, who is it? Are you stopping for a visit?
'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Oh there, Santa, you gave me a scare.
Now stop teasing cause I know you're there.
We don't believe in no goblins today,
But I can't explain why I'm shaking that way.
Bet I can see ole Santa in the keyhole.
I'll get to the cause.
One peek and I'll try there; oh oh, there's an eye there!
'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Please, please, pity my knees!
Say that's you, Santa Claus!