|
|
Santa Claus is dead.
He fell out of his sled.
He busted his bearded head.
And his eight tiny reindeer fled.
They fled.
They flew away,
and away they sped.
And Santa Claus is dead.
He'd loaded up his sleigh on Christmas Eve.
Mrs. Claus begged him not to leave.
The fog was heavy and he felt bad.
But he didn't want to make the children sad...
...and now Santa Claus is dead.
He cracked his whip on the reindeer's back,
and they took off like a rocket attack.
He lost his grip upon the reins,
And he fell to earth with his candy canes.
And now Santa Claus is dead.
That's what the Elves have said.
He died on a snowy death bed.
And the children are filled with dread.
Cuz they read;
he's dead.
And now,
they'll get nothing instead.
And Santa Claus is dead.
Why didn't Santa come this year?
I was very good.
I watched all night for his reindeer.
but they never came like they should!
Cuz Santa Claus is dead.
He landed on his head.
Too much of his blood was shed.
So please don't be misled.
He's Dead, he's dead, he's thoroughly dead.
And Santa Claus is dead.
|
|