
Date of issue: 03.11.2011
Song language: English
Dear Santa |
dear santa, the thing is this year has been lame |
it always seemed, |
I always dreamed by now i’d have someone else’s last name |
way past grown, sleeping in a shrunken bed |
all alone, unless you count the squatters tearing up my head |
tried so hard to be good all year long |
and we are all inherently bad, anne frank had it wrong |
santa, oh santa, where were you last night? |
i asked for nothing, i even left some cookies right |
by the open window, i don’t have a chimney, just a heart of gold, you see |
imagine my surprise that not even santa wants cookies from me dear santa, could you use a 6 foot 1 elf? |
i’m sick of taking stock from this widow’s walk, |
up here searching for myself |
is there any way i could hop aboard your sleigh? |
take a holiday, leave the work to me, your red-nosed blue jay |
when people say the joy you bring’s a children’s thing, does it sting? |
'cuz i will ring silver bells & sing you’re as real as martin luther king |
santa, oh santa, where were you last night? |
i asked for nothing, i even left some cookies right |
by the open window, i don’t have a chimney, just a heart of gold, you see |
imagine my surprise that not even santa wants cookies from me chocolate chip. |
oatmeal raisin. |
gingerbread, too. |
a full selection from my convection in little shapes of you |
free flowing ho-ho-ing's a lot for one man’s jaws |
if you’re feelin' brittle, i can bake a little mrs. |
for your claws/claus |
santa, oh santa, where were you last night? |
i asked for nothing, i even left some cookies right |
by the open window, i don’t have a chimney, just a heart of gold, you see |
imagine my surprise that not even santa wants cookies from me |