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He's into secret missions--Back packs and chimney walls
Keeps up an old tradition--Can't shop the online malls
He flies to many nations--Low tech by lantern light
Has mean disposition--Its hell that Christmas flight

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He makes us dust his clothes off
In an old jalopy sleigh
He'll make you live his crazy life
Wear a mullet and don't shave
That power trip he craves

Up fly- throw toys out--Living da vida Santa
Swoosh- and you'll fall out--Living da vida Santa
Hits our little heads--Using a candy poker
Tyrant, all in red--Living da vida Santa
( we're pawns )
Living the vida Santa
( till dawn )
Living da vida Santa

Held up in New York City--Old Claus had an awful smell
Belched up the milk and cookies--Made room for the muscatel

He's always shouting orders
And treats us as his slaves
The work is overwhelming
He won't use a Fed-x plane
Old Chris, the guy's insane

Let's buy E-bay out--Living da vida Santa
Go ahead and pout--Living da vida Santa
Give old Nick his meds--Fall asleep on the sofa
Tyrant all in red--Living in da vida Santa
(he's gone)
Living da vida Santa
(till dawn)
Living da Vida SANTA!