Santa Lola

I met him in a mall down in Atlanta
Where you drink egg nog and it tastes just like cherry Fanta, F-a-n-t-a Fanta
I waited in his line and I sat on his lap
I asked him his name,
and in a jolly voice he said Santa
S-a-n-t-a Santa Sa-sa-sa-sa-Santa

Well I'm not the worlds most physical fellow
But when he laughed
he shook like a bowl full of jello
Oh my Santa sa-sa-sa-sa-Santa
Well I'm not dumb but what the hell
He talks to his reindeer & he says he's an elf
Oh my Santa sa-sa-sa-sa-Santa

sa-sa-sa-sa-Santa

Well we drank egg nog & danced real slow
Under my hung-up mistletoe
He picked me up and sat me on his knee
& said dear boy see the toy shop with me
Well I'm not the worlds most passionate guy
But when I looked in his eyes
well I almost fell for my Santa
Sa-sa-sa-sa-Santa Sa-sa-sa-sa-Santa
Santa Ho-ho-ho Santa Ho-ho-ho Santa

He made his list
He checked it twice
Said I was nice
So I got down on my knees
Then I looked at him and he at me

Well that's the way that I want it to stay
& I always want it to be that way for my Santa
Sa-sa-sa-sa-Santa
Elves make the toys and toys make me purr
Its a mixed up muddled up marshmallow world except for Santa
Sa-sa-sa-sa-Santa

Well I left home just a week before
And I'd never seen the north pole before
But Santa smiled and put my hand in his
And said dear boy let's make the naughty list

Well maybe there are those who say I'm a flake
But I know what I am; yes, I'm a fruitcake
And so is Santa
Sa-sa-sa-sa-Santa Sa-sa-sa-sa-Santa
Santa Ho-ho-ho-Santa Ho-ho-ho-Santa