(to the tune of black sabath-iron man)
i am santa clause
ho ho ho ho ho
flying through the snow,
can you hear him ho ho ho?
he's so full of cheer,
only has to work one day a year,
children in their beds,
visions of sugarplums fill their heads,
so may kids out there,
santa must be a millionaire.
red suit boots of black,
big sac of toys hanging off his back,
how mush does he weigh?
how do the reindeer pull his sleigh?
nobody sees him,
as he travels the world,
leaving his presents,
for the good boys and girls,
sees every move you make,
better be good for goodness sake,
leave him cookies and beer,
he'll be back to your house first next year!
i am santa clause
ho ho ho ho ho