You Ain’t Gettin’ Diddly Squat Ringtones

Oh I just got a message from Old Saint Nick Way up in Christmas Lane 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 as snow And the lights are shining bright And the wee little heads are tucked 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, you really messed up this year! You ain't gettin' diddly squat

Horn solo... They say my attitude is bad 'cuz I act like a superstar, superstar. They say I need to slow down when I'm drivin' my fancy car, drivin' my fancy car. See I know why you're mad at me I'm gettin' mo money than you Gettin' mo money than you Everybody knows why you do what you do It's 'cuz I'm gettin' mo money than you Gettin' mo money than you They say they lose their appetite when I always front the bill, always front the bill. But baby there's no need to lie cuz I know how you really feel, how you really feel, awe Repeat (Chorus) Horn Solo Repeat (Chorus) 'til fade

If you got a Cadillac, boy And a forty room shack, boy A bucket full of money And a tree full of honey But if you're gettin' no huggin' No smoochin' or a muggin' If you ain't lovin' Then you ain't livin' If you're ridin' on a gravy train Instead of walkin' down lovers lane You can't make hay, boy 'Cause you're goin' the wrong way, boy You gotta get a a little honey It's better than money If you ain't lovin' Then you ain't livin' If they call you a big man 'Cause you got a lot of bottled land If you're kin to the President And you help from the government But if you're gettin' no attention You're better off on the pension If you ain't lovin' Then you ain't livin' If you got a string of long cards And you're smokin' them 4-bit cigars You ain't so well to do Unless you get a little coochy-coo It takes a little bit a smackin' Or your life's lackin' If you ain't lovin' Then you ain't livin'