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I live in a three-room shack, way out on the edge of town.
There's rats in the basement and the front porch is falling down.
It's a cold night in December, I'm just gettin' ready for bed,
When all at once I hear a clatter, band and rattle over my head. I said,
Hey, (hey) you, (you) get off my roof!
Hey, (hey) you, (you) get off my roof!
Hey, (hey) you, (you) get off my roof!
If you don't stop, boy, I'll call a cop.
Off my roof, buddy.
My house was shakin' so bad I fell right outa bed on the floor.
I jumped right up, grabbed my coat and hat and I ran out the door.
It was icy cold, the snow was two feet deep. I know I shoulda brought my boots.
Then I looked up on the roof and I saw a fat old man in a crazy red suit. I said,
(chorus)
Down the chimney he came with a bound as I was peekin' through the door.
Then he opened up his bag and started dumpin' presents all over the floor.
He didn't say a word, just turned, put his finger at the side of his nose,
Before I had a chance to stop him, up the chimney he rose. I said,
Hey, (hey) you, (you) get off my roof.
Hey, (hey) you, (you) get off my roof,
And I heard him say, as he rode away,
I'm havin' a ball. Merry Christmas to all.
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