I can't sleep, leap out of bed
Creep down the hall,
Sneak down the steps
Into the creepy, creaky basement
And discreetly peek at my gifts
Open up, what could ot be?
That motor mouth, those rosy cheeks!
A baby talking tattletail,
Who babbles without fail
Don't tattle on me!
Don't tattle on me!
'Cause Mama's sleeping
And Mama's scary...
No, don't you speak,
Or I might scream!
'Cause if she finds you,
Who knows what she'll do...
Hide and seek under the tree
Red glowing eyes are I see
Maternal stalker by the stockings
Matricidal children plotting
Charge you, brush you, feed you treats
Hey, who's the toy here, you or me?
Infernal presence in the presents
Unsettled machine
Don't tattle on me!
Don't tattle on me!
'Cause Mama's listening,
And Mama's scary...
No, don't you speak,
Or I might scream!
'Cause if she finds you,
Who knows what she'll do...
Wound up, like a VHS
Shook up, and I'm in distress
Locked up, in a cardboard bo
Broke up, like a shattered pot
Wake up, from a bad, bad dream
Strung up, like a Christmas tree
Messed up, so she got recalled
Shut up...
And don't tattle on me!
Don't tattle on me!
'Cause Mama's watching
And Mama's scary...
Don't make a peep,
Or I might scream!
'Cause if she finds you,
You know what she'll do...
So don't tattle on me!
