Corrección Letra Sump’n Claus par Saturday Night Live

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Hey, yo. What up, man? How was the concert?
It sucked. Me and my buddies got busted for drinking in the parking lot. Santa's not bringing me anything this year
Aw, don’t worry about it, man. You'll always get a visit from Sump'n Claus
Who’s that?

Yeah
Everybody's gettin' sump'n
Everybody gettin' sump'n

Everybody's been naughty
Everybody's got flaws
If you’ve been crossed off Santa’s list
Here comes Sump'n Claus

Twas a girl named Sheila
Had a man with a van
They were supposed to go to dinner
But he had other plans
He said she was domineering
Tried to take her diamond earring
Said that she was profiteering
Soon he would be disappearing
She got mad, was on fire
Took a knife, slashed his tires
Pulled a full-on Richard Pryor
Santa said, "You’re no longer a qualifier"
But you know what I say
Everybody's gettin' sump'n

Everybody gettin’ sump'n
We ain't talkin' 'bout no small toys
I give cash, white envelopes filled with twenties, sometimes fifties
Cash! And where I'm gettin' this cash?
Hey man, we don't need to talk about that

Everybody's been naughty
Everybody's got flaws
If you've been crossed off Santa's list
Here comes Sump'n Claus

This the story 'bout Marcus
Hates working for the man
Works super long hours
Does everything he can
One day he had all he could handle
Threw a fit and caused a scandal
Broke his computer into shambles
The mess he made was quite substantial
Got fired, got arrested
Got thrown out from being protested
Santa said, "Man, you've been rejected"
But you know what I say
Everybody's gettin' sump'n

Everybody gettin' sump'n
Oh, you're sweatin' Santa being mad at you?
What, you thought y'all was friends?
He sees you when you're sleepin'
That's weird
I'ma tell you a little secret, man
He hit somebody with that sleigh
Don't like him talk about it

Everybody's been naughty
Everybody's got flaws
If you've been crossed off Santa's list
Here comes Sump'n Claus

Let me tell you my story
Was a long time ago
I used to work for Santa
Up at the North Pole (yeah)
One day I was workin' at my station
Mrs. Claus started a conversation
Both of us felt a sweet sensation
So we agreed on recreation
Brought me inside, made some cocoa
She served me pumpkin risotto
Santa walked in and said, "That's a no-no"
But you know what I say
Everybody's gettin' sump'n
Everybody gettin' sump'n

Everybody's been naughty
Everybody's got flaws
If you've been crossed off Santa's list
Here comes Sump'n Claus

Man, I'm talkin' 'bout everybody
Justin Bieber's gettin' sump'n
Paula Deen's gettin' sump'n
Donald Sterling's gettin' sump'n
Suge Knight's gettin' sump'n
Kevin Bacon is gettin' sump'n
What's wrong with Kevin Bacon?
Oh, nothin', he's just my homie
Get sump'n, get sump'n
Get sump'n, get sump'n
Get sump'n (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Go 'head, be naughty
I gotchu

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