To the tune of "Rocket Man"
Humor by D M Goldstein
I packed my bags last night for flight;
Zero hour, one a.m.;
And I'm gonna be high in my sleigh by then.
I miss the Pole so much, I miss my wife;
It's lonely out in space
On such a famous flight.
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
before you get your gifts; you've yet to find
I'm not the man you think I am at all,
oh no, no, no; because I'm Santa Claus.
Santa Claus, flying with my reindeer 'cross the sky.
The Pole ain't the kind of place to raise your kids;
In fact, it's cold as hell;
But there's elves to baby-sit them if you did.
And all these 'Go-bots' I don't understand;
It's just my job one day a year.
Santa Claus, I'm Santa Claus. Chorus
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