Santa Baby, slip a sable under the tree, For me. been an awful good girl, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight. Santa baby, a 54 convertible too, Light blue. I'll wait up for you dear, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight. Think of all the fun I've missed, Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed, Next year I could be just as good, If you'll check off my Christmas list, Come and trim my Christmas tree, With some decorations bought at Tiffany's, I really do believe in you, Let's see if you believe in me, Santa baby, I wanna yacht, And really that's not a lot, Been an angel all year, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight. Santa honey, there's one thing I really do need, The deed To a platinum mine, Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight. Think of all the fun I've missed, Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed, Next year I could be just as good, If you'll check off my Christmas list, Come and trim my Christmas tree, With some decorations bought at Tiffany's, I really do believe in you, Let's see if you believe in me, Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, A ring. I don't mean on the phone, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight, Hurry down the chimney tonight.

Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Prospero Año y Felicidad. Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Prospero Año y Felicidad. I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas From the bottom of my heart.

Hey Santa, You'll be coming soon, I cut my hair and changed my tune, I'm a brand new man this year. Hey Santa, I've been counting days, I cleaned up all my nasty ways, I got your message loud and clear. That lump of coal you gave me last year really made your point. I've toned it down a notch or two, look how I cleaned up this joint. You've got Christmas right there in your hands, Hey, Santa, won't you give me one more chance? Hey Santa, I've been clean and straight, you got no need to hesitate, put me on the witness stand. I couldn't help but notice how my tree was kinda bare, last time Santa came to town, you didn't leave a present there. You've got Christmas right there in your hands, Hey, Santa, won't you give me one more chance? Hey Santa, When you fill your sack, don't forget about me, Jack. Because I'll be looking out for you, you know. Now you and I know I'm not quite an angel or a saint, I'm doing everything I can, to be someone that I ain't. You've got Christmas right there in your hands, Hey, Santa, won't you give me one more chance?

There's dust in my bunk and no snow upon on the ground, it's 110 outside and I wake up at every little sound. I'm sick of being afraid, I'm tired of the bad dreams, I won't watch my son grow up on a computer screen. I've seen too many ghosts of Christmas Past, I've seen too many ghosts at all. I know the fireplace was cold, while I was being GI Joe, and I'm sorry you poured your Christmas wine alone. But I won't miss another one, And this year I'll put down my gun, This Christmas I'm on the next plane home. There's a table waiting for me, and they're playing my favorite song, There's a girl that's waiting for me, and she's waited for too long. But too many friends have gone, and I've read too many tags, There's too many people I love, coming back beneath a flag. I've seen all the ghosts of Christmas Past, I've seen too many ghosts at all. I know the fireplace was cold, while I was being GI Joe, and I'm sorry you poured your Christmas wine alone. But I won't miss another one, And this year I'll put down my gun, This Christmas I'm on the next plane home. This Christmas I'm on the next plane home.

My sensors signal something this time of year, That cannot be explained by computation, Arrhythmia in my cogs and gears, A seasonal magnetic excitation. Can you feel the current racing through your PCBs? It's gonna be a hot robot-o digitalistic Christmas, One for my read only memory, I charged up my nickel-metal hydride, Illuminate the tree with my LEDs. The crystalline structure of the falling snow, Triggers binary delight in my RAID array, My cold cathodes emit a much brighter glow, Protocol for Favorable Holiday! Do you feel the galvanic surge of those megavolts? It's gonna be a hot robot-o digitalis tic Christmas, One for my read only memory, I charged up my nickel-metal hydride, Illuminate the tree with my LEDs. We read your mail, we watch your posts, process your tweets. When Santa makes his list, it's our data that he needs. And if you're nice, you just might get what you asked for. And if you're naughty, you just might get a little more! It's gonna be a hot robot-o digitalistic Christmas, Back it up to the cloud and USB, I'm so excited, I can't power down, I want to process the gifts Santa brought me. It's gonna be a hot robot-o digitalistic Christmas, One for my electrically erasable programmable read only memory, I charged up my nickel-metal hydride, Illuminate the tree with my LEDs.

You used to be such a pain to shop for, It used to be so tough, I never knew just what to get, and I never bought enough. It always broke my heart to see you, sad under the tree, But this year will be better thanks to your Internet cookies. We used to think the government would try and read our minds, And put us in a gulag, maybe make us work a mine. We gave up all our secrets for some email that was free, Who’d have thought the techies were the real enemy? This Christmas I just want my privacy. So I’ll get suggestions from now ’til Christmas Eve, Of all the things that I should get you, of all the things you need. I feel like they know you better than I ever could, Since they read all your texts I guess they probably should. So let those Jingle Bells ring on, It's just the latest sale from good ol’ Amazon. We used to think the government would try and read our minds, And put us in a gulag or make us work a mine. But we gave up all our secrets for some email that was free, And pictures of vacations of people I never see. This Christmas I just want my privacy. Santa might be creepy ‘cuz he spies on little kids, But that bearded fatman don’t have Analytics. Santa don’t sell your information, Santa don’t work for corporations, Santa don’t use Black Hat marketing, Santa don’t use Facebook retargeting. And they don’t care if you’ve been naughty or you’ve been nice, The only thing that matters is if we'll bite at the price. We used to think the government would try and read our minds, And put us in a gulag or make us work a mine. But we gave up all our secrets for some email that was free, Who’d have thought the techies were the real enemy? This Christmas I just want my privacy. This Christmas I just want my privacy. This Christmas I just want my privacy. Santa don’t sell your information, Santa don’t work for corporations. Santa don’t sell your information, Santa don’t work for corporations.