So there's a


In the chimney…

And you can bet it ain't

Santa Claus

You didn't call her, but

She's coming to get you


She'll wash the color

Out of you

She'll wash the life

Out of you

Trade in dirty faces,

Filthy jumpers, and

Muddy sneakers for

Silk dresses and ties,

Pretty hair bows and

Fake painted faces;

Shoes that pinch

Take it with a

Grain of salt…

Take it with a

Spoonful of sugar

We'll make a

Proper example

Of you yet