Santa’s Surveillance System

Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town

You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I’m telling you why (Why?)
Santa Claus is comin’ to town, gather ’round

He’s making a list
And checking it twice
He’s gonna find out who’s naughty and nice
Santa Claus is comin’ to town

He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake

You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is comin’ to town

Little tin horns, little toy drums
Rudy-toot-toot and rummy tum tums
Santa Claus is comin’ to town

And curly head dolls that cuddle and coo
Elephants, boats and kiddy cars too
Santa Claus is comin’ to town

The kids in girls and boy land
Will have a jubilee
They’re gonna build a toy land town
All around the Christmas tree

You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is comin’ to town

He sees you when you’re sleepin’
And he knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake

You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is comin’ to town

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m a-telling you why
Santa Claus is comin’ to town
You mean, the big fat man with the long white beard
He’s comin’ to town

Literally, Santa is equal to God, at one level, but more like Satan, when he punishes wickedness.