A parody of Santa Baby from the perspective of a gay cub who, unlike previous singers of this song, materialistic. That's right I'm not after duplex or checks--I want that hairy belly full of jelly! Parody loosely follows the Eartha Kitt version
I don't do this seriously. I take songs, make them funny to the best of my ability and then perform them idiotically in a harness on stage.
I am a parodist. These aren't very serious, and shouldn't be taken as such. I'm not the most PC guy but I'm also not the most offensive guy in the world. I am a fan of any song I parody, otherwise I can't learn it well enough to make fun of it in the first place.
Story behind the song
So I was sitting around and, being close to Christmas I knew I had a show coming up and a performance to do in a harness. I already had written Santa Claus is Hunting Us Down and slated it for the Night Scare before Christmas show. So rather than rehash it, I listened to some Christmas songs for inspiration when Santa Baby played. Never understood what makes all these women (and a few men) think that Santa would just bend over and give them what they want without getting something in return! I mean, all these little teases have no intention of putting out so why should he? Well, I'm a cub--and Santa's a bear. This cub wants to fix that problem and the song idea flowed naturally. Sorry, cuff links slipped during the recording in place of handcuffs, but it works better rhyme wise anyway. Even though it's not the best word choice, aaahit still kinda works.
Lyrics
Santa Daddy, I don't need material things
Sexy
I'm a self sustained guy
Santa Daddy, I want your milk and cookies tonight
Santa Daddy, in case it wasn't clear I mean you
Yes you
My chubby rosie cheek bear
Santa Daddy, I'm under mistletoe, take a bite
Think of all the dudes I skipped
Think of all the otter who I didn't fist
Next year I could be just as bad
If this cub gets his christmas wish
Santa Daddy, want what you got
and from what I've heard, a lot
Tickle my belly with your beard
Santa Daddy, Come Put your candy cane in my rear
Santa Daddy, Fill stocking up with your best
Ooh Yes
You can even mark my backside
Santa Daddy, Instead of milk I left astroglide
Santa Daddy, There just one thing you need to bring
Cuff links
Chain me up, to the bed
Santa Daddy, Use your beard to tickle my ass
Come and drop me to my knees
I can run my tongue along your Christmas Wreath
I really do believe in you
So come daddy, show what you can do
Santa Daddy, I could even do a quickie
up in your sleigh
I won't hold you up for long
Santa Daddy, so stick it up my chimney
Stick it up my chimeny tonight
Stick It...tonight
