So many presents, so little time, Santa won´t be coming by my house this year, cuz I tried to drown my sister and I pierced my ear,
Oh mama made it perfectly clear, Santa don´t like bad boys... especially Jewish ones.
Gnip-gnop and lego blocks are what I desire, so why´d I have to set the pizza guy´s hair on fire, I told him I was sorry,I´m a liar, so no toys for me... I don´t deserve them.
I couldn´t wait for a big wheel as the holiday neared, but then I told my grandma that she had a beard.
Dear Santa,
I know what my problem is, why I can´t be good, it´s a fear of intimacy.
You see my whole life whenever I´ve met someone really great like you and I keep feeling like I´m getting close to them, something inside me makes me want to screw it up. So in a weird way the reason I´m so bad is because I love you so much santa.
Rock-em Sock-em Robots is what I was hoping for, but then I made a death threat to vice president Gore, oh santa won´t be knocking on my door, cuz he´s a big fat whore... what made me say that?!
Chutes and ladders would be so good indeed, so why´d I have to sell that cop a bag of weed,
so Santa please give me my easy bake oven, I swear I thought billy goats we´re made for lovin´.
So Santa won´t you accept my apologies, Santa can´t you see I´m begging you please, oh Santa next year I´ll do you right, Live from New York it´s Saturday night...