I want you to know Who's to say where the wind will take you Who's to say what it is will break you Who's to know when the time's come around Don't want to see you cry I know that this is not goodbye Something is about to give I can feel it coming I

Santa Claus is comin' to town Better not pout, I'm telling you why With little tin horns and little toy drums Rooty toot toots and rummy tum tums And curly head dolls that toddle and coo Elephants, boats, and kiddie cars too Then kids in Girl and Boy

I wish there was another way out (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh I wish there was another way out You better run, better run, better run, yeah I’m coming after you When you’re sleeping at

Come find me Without you I'm a lost boy I'm coming because I need to find you Is anybody there who can rescue Somebody like me 'cause I'm just waiting For somebody like you, somebody like you 'Cause without you I'm a lost boy I've walked for days and

Energy is becoming one of our countrys greatest concerns If we don't start working on energy conservation There may not be enough energy to go around by the time I'm a parent We're going to learn about how we can solve some of our problems Through

Choke, on a kiss, I thought I'd save my breath for you Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm hanging on you Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm pulling for you now Give me some rope I'm coming, out of my head, into the clear when you, go, I, go,

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I think we've got a bleeder right now Maybe you're the runner-up But the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades Demolition,

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone