Early Christmas morning Sneaky as can be I creep across the carpet And I peek under the tree Pick out a gift from Mom to me And bring it to my ear Give it a little shimmy shake and what do I hear? Socks (Tuuuuube socks) This is the worst gift I ever got It doesn't beep or buzz or bop or rattle in the box Hey, why'd you waste the paper on a lousy pair of socks? Tiptoe to the mantle A scowl upon my brow I reach up to my stocking Hanging from a holly bough I reach right in and feel around For Santa Claus' loot But all I find is something there to insulate my boots Socks (Kneeeeee high) Santa how could you let me down? It doesn't slip or slide or spring or make a sound that rocks Hey, why'd you stuff my stocking with a lousy pair of socks? ♪ Moms and Dads across the land Be careful what you do Your girls and boys might ball 'em up and toss 'em back at you And next time when ol' Santa comes, and the evening's getting late Instead of milk and cookies I may leave upon his plate Socks (Argyle???) This is the worst gift I ever got It doesn't beep or buzz or bop or rattle in the box Why'd you waste that paper on a lousy pair of socks?