Santa Baby

Santa baby, just slip my father under the tree, for me, Haven’t seen him in years, Santa baby, So lure him in with whiskey tonight Santa baby, his ’82 Iroc is his home, sweet home He tends to sleep in his shoes; Santa baby, So lure him in with whiskey tonight Think of all the fun he’s missed; Think of all the times he’s had to sell his piss Next year we just might, track him down If we search “Handjobs“ on Craigslist Santa baby, I want my pops and really that’s not a lot, He likes Clamato beer; Santa baby, But lure him in with whiskey tonight Lure him, tonight Daddy, tonight