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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Shelton
Bob Shelton
Songwriter
Sid Robin
Sid Robin
Songwriter
J. Shelton
J. Shelton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Phillips
Sam Phillips
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, well, well
Just because you think you're so pretty
And just because your mama thinks you're hot
Well, just because you think you've got something
That no other girl has got
You've caused me to spend all my money
You laughed and then called me old Santa Claus
Well, I'm telling you
Baby, I'm through with you
Because, well, well, just because
[Verse 2]
Well, well, well, there'll come a time when you'll be lonesome
And there'll come a time when you'll be blue
Well, there'll come a time when old Santa
He won't pay your bills for you
[Verse 3]
You've caused me to lose all of my women
And now that you say we are through
Well, I'm telling you
Baby, I was through with you
A long, long, long time ago
[Verse 4]
Well, just because you think you're so pretty
And just because your mama thinks you're the hottest thing in town
Well, just because you think you've got something
That nobody else has got
You caused me to spend all of my money, honey
You laughed and then called me your old Santa Claus
Well, I'm telling you
Baby, I'm through with you
Because, well, well, just because
Written by: Bob Shelton, Joe Shelton, Leon Chappel, Sid Robin
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