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Santa Clause, go straight to the ghetto. |
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Pitch up your reindeer. Uh! |
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Go straight to the ghetto. |
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Santa Clause, go straight to the ghetto. |
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And every stockings you buy, |
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The kids are gonna love you. So, Uh! |
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Leave a toy for Johnny. |
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Leave a dog for Mary. |
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Leave something pretty for Donnie. |
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And don't forget about Gary. |
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Santa Clause, go straight to the ghetto. |
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Santa Clause, go straight to the ghetto. |
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Tell him James Brown sent you. Ha! |
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Go straight to the ghetto. |
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You know that I know that you will see |
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Cause' that was once. Me. |
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Hit it! Hit it! |
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You see mothers and soul brothers. |
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Santa Clause, go straight to the ghetto. |
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Santa Clause, oh lord, go straight to the ghetto. |
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And every stockings you buy, |
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The kids are gonna love you. |
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So, pick up a stocking you find. |
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You'll know they need you. |
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So, I'm begging you Santa Clause, |
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Go straight to the ghetto. |
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If anyone wanna know, |
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Tell him James Brown told you. |
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So, Santa Clause, oo straight to the ghetto. |
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Never thought I realized, I'll be singing a song |
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With one of you. My! |
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Santa Clause, go straight to the ghetto. |
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Don't leave nothing for me. |
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I have you . Can't you see? |
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Santa Clause, go straight to the ghetto. |
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Santa Clause, the soul brothers need you. |
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So, Santa Clause, tell him James Brown sent you... |
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