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their attitude 
He thinks riding a buffalo and wearing Oakley's 
Will make him look real cool 

He's a dick! 
Fuck him! 
Asshole! 
Fuck him!

He
HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS
Writers Gene Autry, Oakley Haldeman

Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Santa Claus Lane! Vixen
And fuck their attitude 
He thinks riding a buffalo and wearing Oakleys 
Will make him look real cool 

He's a dick! 
Fuck him! 
Asshole! 
Fuck him!
to the liquor store
To buy himself a beer
He parks his truck
With a ten inch lift
And stickers that sayd NO FEAR
Out of his truck he struts inside
With his OAKLEY
HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS
(Gene Autry - Oakley Haldeman)
« © '53 Western Music »

Here comes Santa Claus here comes Santa Claus right down Santa
and oakley shades
Fishing, wayne, silly jocks
Nazis, midgets, new tube socks
L.d. from m.r.&r.
And fucking zeppelin man

Hippies, harleys, pearl jam
And I'm seeing the real you at last.

When I met you, baby
You didn't show no visible scars
You could ride like Annie Oakley
You could shoot like Belle
of the Southland

And the day Duane Allman died
With Barry Oakley by his side
They took one last midnight ride

We are brothers of the Southland
Singers in
a parked car yeah
But until the day you learn to surf or skate
College jackoff faggots
Sportin oakley shades
All on rollerblades
Crash helmets to be
They say I need some rogaine to put in my hair
Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear
Oakley makes the shades to transform a tool
You'd hate
hits a parked car, yeah
But until the day, you learn to surf or skate
College jack o fagget
Sportin' Oakley blades yeah
All on roller blades
Crash
and yo it's givin me a boner 

I got thoughts of Annie Oakley
But that buck toothed tramp in that last town she broke me 
And we didn't even fuck
I
burned bright behind the Oakleys,
He just had to get to grips.

After a few long sips juice begin to lose flavour,
She no longer gets to savour being
Krunk juice bombs, Oakley shades
Shawty got class, oh behave
Let's get gone, walk it out (walk it out)
Just like that; that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
want to step? Go ahead and jet 
Now wake up from your dreamin' 'cause you're dealin' with the Pep 
Like Oakley from the Knicks, yes, I'm havin' a ball
hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey 
Cause I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley 
Dissing around with wack rhyming 
You lose your
Go ahead and jet
Now wake up from your dreamin' 'cause you're dealin' with the Pep
Like Oakley from the Knicks, yes, I'm havin' a ball
You think
for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit
Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell
Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails
Fuckin up
talk money, I talk that 
Crunk juice bombs, oakley shades 
Shawty got class, oh behave 
Lets get gone, walk it out (now walk it out) 
Just like that
world's tryin' to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me
I fall down and just rebound like Charles Oakley
Hoes be like all he wanna do is poke me
would notice can't nobody do it
Quite, like this (ay!)
Ay! Shades on, them Oakley's to be exact
Now when I sang my song, I'm a bring them hoes in

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