I don't see why people aren't more disturbed by this classic horror song.
You better watch out.
You better not cry.
You better not pout.
I'm telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town.
He's making a list.
And checking it twice.
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice.
Santa Claus is coming to town.
He sees you when you're sleeping.
He knows when you're awake.
He knows if you've been bad or good.
So be good for goodness sake!
You better watch out.
You better not cry.
You better not pout.
I'm telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town.
This song constitutes a grave terrorist threat that needs to be taken more seriously. It is telling millions of children to watch their backs, to not express their feelings, because an obese, bearded man is coming to their town. He has a list, kind of like Richard Nixon or the Columbine kids, and he wants to separate the "good kids" from the "bad kids", which could mean anything. He also has some sort of advanced surveillance system which monitors the sleeping patterns of the entire world.
Not mentioned in this song is Santa's unconstitutional practice of elf labor. Or how he gets drunk and beats his wife.
I for one am not afraid of that Nazi lover Santa. If he tries to come down my chimney, I will light that fat motherfucker on fire. I will be doing the world a service and protecting kids and Mrs. Claus from a dangerous madman.
Bring it Santa.
1 comment:
That's part is in the remix featuring Ciara and Mel Gibson.
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