Oh, it was Christmas Eve
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Me and my cousin Steve
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Were pulling an all-nighter
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Our parents were gone
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We thought it would be swift
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To catch them with the gifts
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And prove that all their stories
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Of Santa were wrong
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We played my dad's LPs
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Of polka melodies
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And danced around
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until we collapsed on the couch
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Then up on the roof
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I heard the sound of hooves
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And downward through
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The chimney came the real living proof
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It's Santa's Polka
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It's Santa's Polka
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Santa don't get cold
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When he's dances at the old North Pole-ka
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He does a polka
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It's Santa's Polka
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Santa's got to hop
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Because he's got to make
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A lot of stops on Christmas Eve
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He did a polka hop
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Across the room and stopped
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In front of Daddy's hi-fi with gifts in his hand
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He saw the phonograph
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Turned round to us and laughed
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Let's see, what have
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I got for these young polka fans
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He set them in a heap
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But Steve was fast asleep
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He still thinks Uncle John bought
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his new saxophone
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I won't be so naive
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to ever disbelieve
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'Cause I'm playing the accordion
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I got that Christmas Eve
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It's Santa's Polka
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It's Santa's Polka
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Santa's jumping
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Jiminy up-through-the-chimney polka
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It's Santa's Polka
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It's Santa's Polka
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Santa's got to hop because he's got to
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Make a lot of stops on Christmas Eve
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Hop-step-step to the left
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Hop-step-step to the right
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A merry Christmas to you all
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And to you all a good night
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Santa's Polka
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| Brave Combo |
