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I Saw My Girlfriend Kissing Santa Claus
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An Elvis-style riff on a Christmas song
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Internationally recognized, prize-winning lyricist well-versed in cabaret, indie, folk, country, showtunes and several other genres.
I am the Grand Prize Winner of the 2007 International Songwriting Competition for my collaboration with Eduard Glumov, "I'm Not Your Friend." We also won First Prize in the Rock/Alt Division of the Great American Song Contest. One judge called it a prime example of "world-class songwriting" and said the images in the were "often stunning." I'm a lyricist and have been collaborating with musicians from California to Kazakhstan, over the Internet. The fruits of that collaboration are found here, and at . While the winning song was a hot funk-rock song, with a compact streamlined lyric, I write in several styles. I've chosen "indie" as my genre, but I write anything from cabaret to country, and am looking to work with musicians and composers of all stripes. Currently I'm finding writing partners here in my home town of Philadelphia.
Song Info
Genre
Podcasts Comedy
Charts
Peak #49
Peak in subgenre #16
Author
Z. Mulls/Brian Boland
Rights
2008
Uploaded
May 29, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 3:48
Story behind the song
I wrote this with my friend Brian Boland years ago, long before I was writing lyrics seriously. This is a fun number we performed at cabarets a couple of times. The demo was produced (and is performed by) Darryl Gregory of Blue Cave Studios
Lyrics
I went shopping with my girlfriend just the other day And things just got a little weird I stepped out to sneak a peek at all the lingerie I came back and she had disappeared I found the toy department I pulled back a flap I saw my baby sitting on Santa's lap They were hugging, they were kissing, they were smooching & caressin' All over his beard Oh, Santa, Santa Don't make me cry I'm in love with my baby and that's no lie Why doncha go and find some cute little elf? I wanna keep my baby all to myself Oh, Santa, Santa Don't make me weep Who'da thought that Santa was a big, fat creep I'm the saddest Who in Whoville that there ever was Since I caught my only baby kissing Santa Claus I took a look behind me at the Christmas tree A line of kids stretched down the aisle My girlfriend stayed a-sittin' on Santa's knee They were turning up the romance dial I cleared my throat I let out a yell He jumped up with a tingle of his jingle bell (And as he) took his place my girlfriend stood there smiling A Candy Cane smile Oh, Santa, Santa, Don't make me sad I love my little baby and I've been had I looked the other way and how could I know (She had a) secret little stash of mistletoe Santa, Santa, (I'm) climbing the walls Cause she's the one I wanna have deck my halls (I'm a) glummer drummer boy and I get no applause Since I caught my pretty baby kissing Santa Claus My honey stood there grinning with a happy glow And I was all lit up like a wire She said she only got in good with Santa so He'd bring us stuff we desire I said to her, "Santa Better hang up his wreath, 'Cause all I want for Christmas is his two front teeth, (And if he's) sliding down our chimney then I'm gonna build me A mighty big fire" Oh, Santa, Santa Give me a break I'm in love with my baby, that's no mistake I know I've been naughty once or twice But I promise next year that I will always be nice Santa, Santa She's on my list She's the sweetest little sugarplum I ever have kissed I'm the reddest-nosed reindeer in the world because I caught my pretty baby kissing Santa Claus Santa, Santa Don't make me blue I'm in love with my darling, you know it's true Wrap her up as a present for me Let me open her up by the Christmas tree Oh, Santa, Santa, Don't leave me low Who'da thought me baby was a Ho! Ho! Ho! I'm the frostiest snowman with the coldest paws And I caught my gal red-handed kissing Santa Claus
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