music
artist
musician
independent
attention
deficit
disorder
wango
Lyrics
Flyin high
Woah! here comes Santa Claus!
Shakin down the booty through the roof
I put on my pajamas and I called my mamma
Said he's comin in with a bowl of jelly on
Well I'm just a poor boy in this world
And mamma's servin eggnog to the girls
Chickens runnin in the backyard
Suburban life can be so hard
When all you got is a mattress and a shoe
Shake it shake it
Kris Kringle is naked
He's suckin on a flask of old Gray Goose
Someone called the police
They showed up with the head cheese
They took him out the back door, now he's gone
Sheriff Clancey, you stole my Christmas from me
Now gimme back my futons and my skis
I say hey there Clancey, they sure ain't nothin fancy
But I'm rollin out to Aspen on the third
Well I'm just a poor boy in this world
And mamma's servin eggnog to the girls
Chickens runnin in the backyard
Suburban life can be so hard
When all you got is a mattress and a shoe
I'm just a poor boy in this world
And mamma's servin eggnog to the girls
We got chickens runnin in the backyard
Suburban life can be so hard
When all you got is a mattress and a shoe