| Well, it was 10 o’clock on Christmas Eve
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| I was wipein' eggnog on my sleeve
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| Tryin' hard to fight those Christmas blues
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| I went to bed, turned out the light
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| I woke up sometime around midnight
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| Thought I heard somebody singin' Blue Suede Shoes
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| Well, I got up and scratched my head
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| I know that voice, but who I said
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| Opened the window and looked outside
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| I saw nine raindeer parked out back
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| Hitched up to a long pink cadillac
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| They looked like they’d just finished one heck of a ride
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| Well, my hair stood up on the back of my neck
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| I went downstairs for one quick check
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| I just had to find out for myself
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| Well, he was big that much was true
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| But he looked like someone else I knew
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| Not like that white bearded, rosie cheeked old man
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| Oh, he's the King, The King of Christmas
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| (He's the king, the King of Christmas)
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| Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
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| And I just can’t help believin'
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| Well those tabloids ain’t decivin'
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| Cuz the King of Christmas
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| Passed me on his way!
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| Now beneath his cap of jet black hair
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| And sideburns hangin' down to there
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| He wore a silver belt around his waist
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| Then with a swivel of his hip
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| He started to curl his upper lip
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| With a look that said Merry Christmas on his face
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| Then with a karate kick he whirled around
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| I saw him write something down
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| He took the note and he stuffed it in my sock
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| Then he put a record under the tree
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| Just before he turned to leave
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| He hummed a bit of Jailhouse Rock
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| Then he pulled up his collar and flipped back his hair
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| And disappeared into thin air
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| I saw the sequins glitter upon his coat
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| That 45 that he’d laid down was
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| Santa Claus Is Back In Town
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| And I played it while I read the words he wrote
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| I’ll outlive rock and roll and postage stamps that say I’m dead
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| And at the bottom he signed his famous name
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| Well, some say the King was put to rest
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| But me and Santa, we know best
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| And I bet somewhere there’s elves that’ll say the same
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| Oh he’s the King, the King of Christmas
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| (He's the king, the King of Christmas)
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| Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
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| And as I heard that sleigh rev and fly
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| Through the night there came a cry
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| Sant Claus has left the building! |