Diddly Squat

Oh I just got a message from Old Saint Nick
 Way up in Christmas Land
 And he says that the toys for good girls and boys
 Are being made as planned
 There's a truck for little Billy
 And a dolly for Molly Dear
 But you ain't gettin' diddly squat
 'Cause you really messed up this year
 Oh the winter fields are white with snow
 And the lights are shining bright
 And wee little heads tucked up in bed
 Dream of sugar plums this night
 You might dream of big red apples
 And those candy canes so new
 But you ain't gettin' diddly squat
 'Cause you really messed up this year
 Fa, la-la-la, you're in trouble
 Fa, la-la, la-la, la-la, la, la
 When your mother asked you to wash the dishes
 Well you said, "No, no, no"
 And you would not pick up your socks
 So you might find a stocking full of coal
 Ho, ho, ho!
 Oh you know that Santa's watching you
 And he keeps a great big list
 And when I tell him the things you do
 He really will be, mad
 He'll sit you on his knee and then
 He'll whisper in your ear
 You ain't gettin' diddly squat 'cause you really messed up
 Oh, you really messed up
 Oh you really, you really messed up this year!
 You ain't gettin' diddly squat