Too Fat for the Chimney - Gisele MacKenzie

Too Fat for the Chimney - Gisele MacKenzie
Fat fat fat
He's too fat fat fat
Much too fat fat fat
He'll never get down
Never get down
He's too fat for the chimney
Too fat for the chimney
So open the door and let poor Santa Claus in
There's no room for his tummy
Please do something mummy
Without Santa Claus o how can Christmas begin
I don't see how I'll get the presents I've been looking for
I knew while sittin' on his lap in that department store
That he'd have troubles by jimney
He's too fat for the chimney
So open the door and let poor Santa Claus in
Take a look at that fat
O he's certainly chubby
O so rub a dub tubby
Mrs Christmas's hubby
Never get down never get down
He's too fat for the chimney
He's too fat for the chimney
So open the door and let poor Santa Claus in
There's no room for his tummy
Please do something mummy
Without Santa Claus o how can Christmas begin
One day I saw him on the street and I could quickly tell
That with his roly poly tum tum shaking just like gell
He just won't make it by jimney
He's too fat for the chimney
So open the door and let poor Santa Claus in
Let him in
Open the door
Let him in
Open the door
He can't get down the chimney any more
So please let fat old Santa Claus in