Letras:
Lee Stan

: (Fred Coote - Haven Gillespie) You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is coming to town He's

cree a pesar de que estos temas son un antes i despues Liriko i Tote lo mantienen siempre, te hacen sentir hacen cameos por las teles como el puto Stan Lee

She was just 17, you know what I mean And the way she looked was way beyond compare So how could I dance with another? When I saw her standing there

they only look to pass the blame If we can find a way to work things out The only way to start is to start now When are we gonna stand up as people

You better watch out, you better not cry You better not pout, I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is coming to town He's makin' a list and checkin' it twice

new plan, Stan You don't need to be Coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And

you stan you if not pastor jackson daniels rip that hit that now I sip that lightly when Ia??m on my mic tightly and I write nightly like Spike Lee let

(leonard phillips/stan lee/buhne) You say there's someplace that you gotta be Find peace of mind and serenity With a little help from modern chemistry

(leonard phillips/stan lee) I feel like a king I feel like a king Oh boy! oh boy! I feel like a king I'm eating all my greens Oh boy! oh boy! Oh, oh