Lyrics Too Many Santas - The Bobs

Too Many Santas

Bobs
Too Many Santas
Too Many Santas
On every corner there’s a man in a red suit
Singing ho, ho, ho, (ho, ho)
I don’t think any of them really could be Santa
But how am I gonna know?
I saw a Santa and his woman on a Harley
Riding really slow — so slow
She’s wearing fishnets and a pair of fur trimmed hot pants
I hope it doesn’t snow!
Everywhere I go I’m seeing
Too many Santas — they’re makin' info-mercials
Too many Santas — Yes, Virginia
Too many Santas — and not enough Christmas
Too many Santas
Some guy in a padded costume at the office party
Was trying to hit on my wife — uh oh!
I grabbed his hat and beard and threw them in the fire
Hey Santa, get a life
Oops, the fat man was my supervisor
Too many Santas — I’m working double shifts now
Too many Santas — slinging burgers
Too many Santas — and not enough Christmas
Too many Santas
Too many Santas — they’re pillow packing posers
Too many Santas — for Coca-Cola
Too many Santas — and not enough Christmas
Too many Santas