Mr. Santa

Mister Santa, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
Give him two lips like roses in clover
And tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Santa, I’m so alone
Don’t have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mister Santa, bring me a dream
Mister Santa, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
Give him the word that I’m not a rover
And tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Santa, I’m so alone
Don’t have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mister Santa, bring me a dream
Mister Santa, bring me a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a «come hither"gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberacci
Santa Santa Santa, someone to hold
Would be so peachy before we’re too old
Please turn on your magic beam, «wow»
Mister Santa, bring us
Please, please, please
Mister Santa, bring us a dream