Don't you put those things in my bag
I need space for my stuff
I tried to get the end of the breath to give myself a few more

Don't you put those things in my bag
Don't you put those things in my bag

Tear the paper off the box
Sometimes the best fun
Watching all the girls and their clocks
Holding back the fun run

Don't you put those things in my bag
Don't you put those things in my bag

'Cause all these things are running 'round my head
Catch them, stop them, hold them in your hands

Finding out that Santas dead
No, that's not true, son
Waiting for the winter to come
so I can spend time with you some

Don't you put those things in my bag
Don't you put those things in my bag

'Cause all these things are running 'round my head
Catch them, stop them, hold them in your hands

'Cause all these things are running 'round my head
Catch them, stop them, hold them in your hands