You Gotta Get Up Songtext
von Trout Fishing in America

I thought Christmas Day would never come
But it′s here at last so Mom and Dad, the waiting's finally done
And you gotta get up, you gotta get up, you gotta get up
It′s Christmas morning
Last night I heard reindeer on my roof
Well, you may think it's crazy but I swear it is the truth
And you gotta get up, you gotta get up, you gotta get up
It's Christmas morning
Did my sister get a baby doll; did my brother get his bike?
Did I get that red wagon, the kind that makes you fly?
I hope there′ll be peace on Earth
I know there′s goodwill towards men


On account of that baby born in Bethlehem
Did my sister get a baby doll; did my brother get his bike?
Did I get that red wagon, the kind that makes you fly?
I hope there'll be peace on Earth
I know there′s goodwill towards men
On account of that baby born in Bethlehem
Mom and Daddy stayed up too late last night
I guess they got carried away in the Christmas candlelight
But you gotta get up, you gotta get up, you gotta get up
It's Christmas morning
You gotta get up, you gotta get up, you gotta get up
You gotta get up