And they’ll lay you down low in the easy
And the lips that you kiss will say Christmas
And the miles that you traveled the distance

So believe no lies
Dry your eyes
And realize
That surprise

And the businessmen will shake hands and talk in numbers
And the princess will wake up from her slumber
Then all the knights will step forth with their armbands
And every stranger you meet in the street will make demands

So believe no lies
Then dry your eyes
And realize
That surprise

And we’ll send you glad tidings from New York
Open up your eyes sa you may see
Ask you not to read between the lines
Hope that you will come in right on time

And they’ll talk to you while you’re in trances
And you’ll visualize not taking any chances
But meet them halfway with love, peace and persuasion
And expect them to rise for the occasion

Don’t it gratify
When you see it materialize
Right in front of your eyes
That surprise

And we’ll send you glad tidings from New York
Open up your eyes sa you may see
Ask you not to read between the lines
Hope that you will come in right on time, oh
And they’ll lay you down low and easy