Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The King Of Christmas, artist - Ray Stevens. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
The King Of Christmas |
| Well, it was 10 o’clock on Christmas Eve |
| I was wipein' eggnog on my sleeve |
| Tryin' hard to fight those Christmas blues |
| I went to bed, turned out the light |
| I woke up sometime around midnight |
| Thought I heard somebody singin' Blue Suede Shoes |
| Well, I got up and scratched my head |
| I know that voice, but who I said |
| Opened the window and looked outside |
| I saw nine raindeer parked out back |
| Hitched up to a long pink cadillac |
| They looked like they’d just finished one heck of a ride |
| Well, my hair stood up on the back of my neck |
| I went downstairs for one quick check |
| I just had to find out for myself |
| Well, he was big that much was true |
| But he looked like someone else I knew |
| Not like that white bearded, rosie cheeked old man |
| Oh, he's the King, The King of Christmas |
| (He's the king, the King of Christmas) |
| Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh |
| And I just can’t help believin' |
| Well those tabloids ain’t decivin' |
| Cuz the King of Christmas |
| Passed me on his way! |
| Now beneath his cap of jet black hair |
| And sideburns hangin' down to there |
| He wore a silver belt around his waist |
| Then with a swivel of his hip |
| He started to curl his upper lip |
| With a look that said Merry Christmas on his face |
| Then with a karate kick he whirled around |
| I saw him write something down |
| He took the note and he stuffed it in my sock |
| Then he put a record under the tree |
| Just before he turned to leave |
| He hummed a bit of Jailhouse Rock |
| Then he pulled up his collar and flipped back his hair |
| And disappeared into thin air |
| I saw the sequins glitter upon his coat |
| That 45 that he’d laid down was |
| Santa Claus Is Back In Town |
| And I played it while I read the words he wrote |
| I’ll outlive rock and roll and postage stamps that say I’m dead |
| And at the bottom he signed his famous name |
| Well, some say the King was put to rest |
| But me and Santa, we know best |
| And I bet somewhere there’s elves that’ll say the same |
| Oh he’s the King, the King of Christmas |
| (He's the king, the King of Christmas) |
| Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh |
| And as I heard that sleigh rev and fly |
| Through the night there came a cry |
| Sant Claus has left the building! |