Swingin' Santa

I chingled out your dick I always thought that Santa Claus was a sharpest yylist and we're young So I took it straight to the North Pole to see how he lived there I peeked into the window And man, I'd really live Don't Santa Claus, yes Santa Claus is really very hip Oh, oh, oh, like jingle bells, you did it.

He was rockin' in a road and he was stranded in a door and drinkin' Santa. He's a god-in' and he knows he's a paper-dee-ra, it's you. He's tryin' to grace him, fair of food. His beard was red-wheat-wheat, he'll catch that and teach him where he'll be red.

And I would eat a cat with a healthy back when the birds would want his hands And literally raise him to a few what he said With a special cat for the guy that is here to see So everyone can swing his fuel in half of a ball like me Oh, oh, oh like she ain't balanced your dick