The H’s and Sparky all snug in their beds..
when the voice of black Santa permeated their heads
do not be afraid my friends, do not be scared witless,
I’m not a scientologist or a Jehovah’s witness,
I bring you cheer from my side of the pole,
I’m a lot like the fat white guy, but with a whole lot more soul..
I hear you moving around in there, but your house is not rocking..
it’s cold out here, how long do i have to keep knocking?