Santa's Got A Crush On Me

Santa’s coming I can feel it
Santa’s coming hastily
I don’t have to be a good girl
Santa’s got a crush on me

All year long I tease and taunt him
I behave despicably
My bad deeds go well rewarded
Santa’s got a crush on me

Mrs. Santa she don’t like it
Leave me notes and threatens me
Says she’ll bring a big ‘ole snow storm
Down on my whole family

Santa’s coming I can hear him
Bringing gifts of jewelry
Drink his milk and eat his cookies
Santa’s got a crush on me

Mrs. Santa got so angry
Sent him packing on his sled
He got drunk and hit the rooftop
Now poor Santa Claus is dead

Santa’s coming I can hear him
Ghostly Santa from the grave
Looking for his special bad girl
I think this year I’ll behave
I think this year I’ll behave