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