Out of the garage Santa flew
Out into the sky drinking Fanta blue
As he flew past Saturn, and the moon
He tuned into CHFI, he couldn’t stand the news
Whipping Prancer till’ his hand was bruised.
Wondering which house to land into
Then decided mine was next like stanza two
I hid behind my desk, I thought he saw me shift
But shook it off and continued to drop these gifts:
he gave my dad underwear (Jocky fit)
And he gave my mommy six, floppy discs, copied with, laundry tips
I was waiting to see him pull out my hockey stick
Got enraged when I saw myself on the naughty list
It said “this year Daniel was a cocky kid”
I hit him with more punches then a rocky flick!
Somebody stop me quick!
Santa screamed your “killin’ a brother” like Claudius!
ahhhhh!
let him go, ran outside I was feeling so macho
Jumped in the sleigh, screaming “we need to go, pronto!”
As I “took the reigns” like wearing no poncho
The amount of toys in the back must be six digits
My conscience was speaking to me, I guess I should listen
But ignored it and started to take off like good business
So up I went, into the sky with glee
it was never too high for me
Glancing down on society
Feet up, coasting along like the side of seas
