Lyrics:
A Restaurant In Santa Fe
With A Private Corner Banquette In
The Back
[COLLINS]
We'll Make It Yet, We'll Somehow Get To
Santa Fe
[ROGER]
But You'd Miss New York
Wishing you love
Wishing you joy
Wishing you things you can't buy
Wishing you love
Wishing you joy
Wishing you things
I believe in Santa Claus
Only he can
the key and I believe in Santa's Cause
Yes love's the key and I still believe in Santa's Cause
Bartholomew, get your ass over there and go take a picture with Santa Claus
Ho ho ho!
Hey little fella
Hey Santa
Tell Santa, what do you want
twenty in a play-off game
I’m bloody but I’ll still remain
Santa Claus don’t forget the whiskey
To numb these times that are getting mighty risky
Someone
dear, we're still goodbying
But as long as you love me so
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Santa Claus Is Coming to Town
You better watch out you
Igrew up in north alabama back in the 1970s
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
Speaking, of course, of the three great alabama icons:
George
'll stick to you like glue
But still I'd like to have some presents too
Please Mrs Santa let's keep this to ourselves
We must watch out for all those nosy
Chanukah in Inglewood
The dreidle spinning in the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk
bout to serve it up for for all you boys and girls.
Good
Want to wake up in the morning
Find Santa Claus has come round calling
To bring you back to me
Bring you back to me
I’m missing Christmas kissing by
When you Santa
Baby, you gotta swing
So while in your jammies sleepin'
Roof to roof I'll be a leapin'
Quickly if your creepin' for a peepin'
still believes the world's greatest dad just tucked him in
And I know that he'll be looking out for Santa Claus
And I'm sure beyond a doubt he'll
wanna be a man today
I don't wanna be a Christian, Muslim, gay, straight, or bi, see you later, bye
Not perceived by the things I believe or the color
a four-leaf clover brings,
Lots of luck, lots of joy, lots of happiness,
I believe those things.
And when it's Christmas I believe in Santa Claus,
Why do
the laws of gravity, and where there's a will there's a way.
And I still believe in Santa Claus, no not the man,
I believe in the principle, of giving
I thought someone was breaking in my house so I shot that nigga to the floor
But then I realized that it was Santa Claus oh no no
I thought someone
Make you believe in Santa Claus
Santa's sack is on us
I know that they hate that I came off a bag
I don't have to boast or brag
Just look at the cash
chimney and no roof
To most of them Santa Claus
Was the man who made the soup
In an alley was a mother
Two children by her side
Trying hard to keep
and leopard-skin seat covers.
(Say, what have you got in your big bag
for all the kiddies this year, Santa, hmm?)
Say, I've got apples 'n' oranges,
hundred 'n'
a four-leaf clover brings,
Lots of luck, lots of joy, lots of happiness,
I believe those things.
And when it's Christmas I believe in Santa Claus,
Why do
even hear his sleigh bells ring.
So to heck with ole Santa Claus.
When he goes dashing through the snow I hope he falls.
Well I'd like to hit him in
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa,
Santa Claus
And I'm so excited
I just can't hide it
It's Christmas time again
Look I'm loving the way the gifts are coming in
My favorite time
It ain't Santa Claus
Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus
I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I
Been gettin' to the bread, tryna
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