(Garth Brooks)      May not know by lookin' at me   Who you're looking at exactly   Wonder who could that be in your stockin'   Suit of red and cheeks of cherry   Lookin' extraordinary   Spare me cause you scare with your gawkin'   Hold your applause    Pick up your jaws   Call me Claus, hoah      I got the spirit of the season in me   Spreadin' joy and toys a'plenty   Nimbly down your chimney I'll be bumpin'   Give me room 'cause I'm a packin'    Only time for toys and snackin'   Love to stay here yackin'   But I'm humpin'   I got a cause   No time to pause   They call me Claus      Hoah, call me Santa   Call me Kringle   Call me Old Saint Nick   All those have a beautiful ring   Pleasin' is the reason   And the season's a kick   When your Santa    Baby, you gotta swing   Swing, I dare ya, yeah      Hey, call me Santa   Call me Kringle   Call me Old Saint Nick   All those have a beautiful ring   Pleasin' is the reason   And the season's a kick   When you Santa    Baby, you gotta swing      So while in your jammies sleepin'   Roof to roof I'll be a leapin'   Quickly if your creepin' for a peepin'      The oohs and aahs   Are all because   They call me Claus      Hold your applause   Hey, watch the paws   They call me Claus