Heywood Banks You Ain't Gettin' Diddly Squat
(Hey, kids, gather 'round! Heywood's gotta little song
for ya here!)
Oh, I just got a message from 'ol Saint Nick way up in
Christmasland
And he says the toys for good girls and boys are being
made as planned
There's a truck for little Billy and a dolly for Molly,
dear,
But you ain't gettin' diddly squat 'cause you really
messed up this year!
(No, you ain't gettin' diddly squat 'cause you really
messed up this year!)
Oh, the winter fields are white with snow and the
lights are shining bright
And the wee little heads tucked up in bed dream of
sugar plums this night
You may dream of big red apples and candy canes so
near,
But you ain't gettin' diddly squat 'cause you really
messed up this year!
(No, you ain't gettin' diddly squat 'cause you really
messed up this year!)
(Fa-la-la-la-you're in trouble! Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-
la-la!)
When your mother asked you to wash the dishes,
Why, you said, "No no no!"
And you did not pick up your socks
So it's "que sera", horse-face!
HO-HO-HOOOOOOOOOO!
Oh, you know that Santa's watching you and he keeps a
great big list
But, when I tell him the things you've done, he REALLY
will be....mad!
When you sit upon his knee, he'll knock ya on your ear
'Cause you ain't gettin' diddly squat 'cause you really
messed up this year!
No, you ain't gettin' diddly
squaaaaaaaaaaaaa...........T!
'Cause you really messed up
Oh, you really messed up
Oh, you really messed up this year!!
