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Naughty or nice how do you describe yourself, we all know according to the Nursery Rhymes just what little boys and little girls are made of. Just in case you need a reminder, we are all about to step back in time and for some it will be way back, wait a minute, no names here please.
What Are Little Boys and Little Girls Made of
What Are Little Boys Made of?
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails,
And puppy-dogs’ tails;
That’s what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
and all that’s nice;
That’s what little girls are made of.
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails,
And puppy-dogs’ tails;
That’s what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
and all that’s nice;
That’s what little girls are made of.
Now with Thanksgiving behind us and Christmas Fast approaching, everyone knows Santa is watching us and we are on our best behavior. Yes and just a few lyrics to get you in the mood:
Artist/Band: Christmas Songs 2
Lyrics for Song: Santa Claus Is Watchin’ You
Lyrics for Album: Traditional Christmas Songs 2
Lyrics for Song: Santa Claus Is Watchin’ You
Lyrics for Album: Traditional Christmas Songs 2
Now babydoll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum,
Honey-bunch, angel face,
You know you better be good
And act like two fine lovers should.
Be careful what you say and do
‘Cause Santa Claus is watchin’ you.
(He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere.)
You’d better kiss and hold me tight.
An’ give me good lovin’ every night.
‘Cause you’ll be sorry if ya make me blue
‘Cause Santa Claus is watchin’ you.
(He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere.)
Well you may thing you can sneak around
and get away with something
But there ain’t no way,
‘Cause Santa’s no fool, he’s really super cool.
He’s the secret head of the CIA.
Eesh, Iish, crime don’t pay
(You can’t do nothin’ cause you’re never alone
He’s even got a wire tap on your phone.)
So baby if you ever but do me wrong.
Break my heart and leave me alone.
When Christmas comes, you be crying too.
‘Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
(He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere.)
[Interlude]
Oh, Every Christmas season, he climbs on his sled full of toys,
With fuel exhaust and side mirrors, the foxtails, the mud flaps,
the leopard-skin seats covers
And spreads Christmas cheer to all good little girls and boys.
Then he says on Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, and of course, Comet, Cupid,
Donner and old Blitzen,
Ha ha… and Bruce and Marvin, buddy Leon,
and Cledus and George and Bill and old Slick Tatum, and Do-right,
Clyde and Ace and Blackie and don’t you ever forget Miss Queenie either,
and Prince and Spot and Rover
(And so eh where’s Rudolph at
He’s on a stakeout at your house.)
You can run, you can hide, but you can’t get away
Got binoculars focused on you everyday.
So baby if you ever but do me wrong.
Break my heart and leave me alone.
When Christmas comes, you be crying too.
‘Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
(He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere.)
Yeah Santa Claus is watching you
(He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere)
Santa Claus got his eyes all over you.
Baby…I mean it’s over for you
You better watch out -
Ooh, Lord have mercy look out there’s Santa Claus is peepin’ around the corner at you
Shoot, you in deep trouble.
You I mean deep you know that?
These lies do you baby come sneaking around like you’re somebody…
You ain’t gonna get away with it do you understand me
I mean you gotta be true true blue, through and through
Or Santa Claus is gonna get you.
So y’all gonna get some of that
Honey-bunch, angel face,
You know you better be good
And act like two fine lovers should.
Be careful what you say and do
‘Cause Santa Claus is watchin’ you.
(He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere.)
You’d better kiss and hold me tight.
An’ give me good lovin’ every night.
‘Cause you’ll be sorry if ya make me blue
‘Cause Santa Claus is watchin’ you.
(He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere.)
Well you may thing you can sneak around
and get away with something
But there ain’t no way,
‘Cause Santa’s no fool, he’s really super cool.
He’s the secret head of the CIA.
Eesh, Iish, crime don’t pay
(You can’t do nothin’ cause you’re never alone
He’s even got a wire tap on your phone.)
So baby if you ever but do me wrong.
Break my heart and leave me alone.
When Christmas comes, you be crying too.
‘Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
(He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere.)
[Interlude]
Oh, Every Christmas season, he climbs on his sled full of toys,
With fuel exhaust and side mirrors, the foxtails, the mud flaps,
the leopard-skin seats covers
And spreads Christmas cheer to all good little girls and boys.
Then he says on Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, and of course, Comet, Cupid,
Donner and old Blitzen,
Ha ha… and Bruce and Marvin, buddy Leon,
and Cledus and George and Bill and old Slick Tatum, and Do-right,
Clyde and Ace and Blackie and don’t you ever forget Miss Queenie either,
and Prince and Spot and Rover
(And so eh where’s Rudolph at
He’s on a stakeout at your house.)
You can run, you can hide, but you can’t get away
Got binoculars focused on you everyday.
So baby if you ever but do me wrong.
Break my heart and leave me alone.
When Christmas comes, you be crying too.
‘Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
(He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere.)
Yeah Santa Claus is watching you
(He’s everywhere, he’s everywhere)
Santa Claus got his eyes all over you.
Baby…I mean it’s over for you
You better watch out -
Ooh, Lord have mercy look out there’s Santa Claus is peepin’ around the corner at you
Shoot, you in deep trouble.
You I mean deep you know that?
These lies do you baby come sneaking around like you’re somebody…
You ain’t gonna get away with it do you understand me
I mean you gotta be true true blue, through and through
Or Santa Claus is gonna get you.
So y’all gonna get some of that
Can y’all tell I am getting ready for Christmas? By the way have you been naughty or nice?
Return here to see what is in store and just grab a seat set a spell with Miss Vickie the Southern Bell.
Return here to see what is in store and just grab a seat set a spell with Miss Vickie the Southern Bell.
November 30th, 1999 at 12:00 am
Even though I managed to sneak in a post over the weekend I feel like I’ve been gone awhile.
As for naughty or nice…I’m a good girl…it’s my altar ego they need to watch out for.
November 28th, 2005 at 7:33 pm
I’ve been nice, of course.
Shhhhh…
November 28th, 2005 at 8:31 pm
Naughty or nice? Hmm, could I get back to you on this one?
November 29th, 2005 at 12:20 am
Nice as always. But the real question is just how nice?
November 29th, 2005 at 12:21 am
A little of both; after all they say variety is the spice of life. Another great post, Ms. Vickie.
November 29th, 2005 at 12:36 am
Frogs and snails,
And puppy-dogs’ tails;
One of my alltime favorite classic lines. Alas, I’m forced to be all too nice these days. Hopefully there will be some mutual consent naughty left when the rest of my life eventually arrives.
November 29th, 2005 at 12:41 am
I have been nice. I am ready for the jolly ole man !!
November 29th, 2005 at 5:42 am
Okay honestly? **bats eyelashes** I’ve been naughty when a lady is supposed to be naughty and nice all the rest of the time.
And I just KNOW you know what I mean Ms Vickie because you’re so much like me. We’re real women, right? 