Santa Claus and His Old Lady

Diamond watches the wings, no such things. I don't even dig all the high fives that swing and swing. Yeah, that's how I like it. I would all stand up with just one thing. I've verbally hoped the old cat would bring.

So I was with Book Christmas alone in my pet. I'm dreaming of morning and going real, real. Man! Santa. No, no, no, no.

My momma. Sit down, this the Santa Claus. The guy with the hair on his jaws in. Hey, man, come over here, man. I need some help, man. Yeah, man. I can dig that. Like, what are you doing, man?

I'm trying to write a song about Santa Claus, man, but it's not coming out. But who, man? About Santa Claus, man. You know, Santa Claus. Oh, yeah, man. I played with those dudes, man. What?

Yeah, last year to film one, man. He's in a bass player sat in man. Oh, hey man, you think Santa Claus is a groove? No, it's not a groove man. What did they break up man?

No man, it's one guy man. You know he had a rest suit on man with black panelist, the choos, you know the guy man. Oh yeah, he's with Motown, any? No man, I play with that dude too.

He's a good singer man. No, no, hold on man, he's now with Motown man. Well then he's with Buddha man. Oh man, you don't know who Santa Claus is, man. I'm not from here, man.

Like I'm from Pittsburgh, man. I don't know too many local dudes. Oh, I see. Well, hey, man. Sit back and relax, not tell you the story about Santa Claus, man. Listen, what's up on that time about five years ago that was this groovy dude in his name was Santa Claus, you know?