Dear Santa Lyrics
| Song | Dear Santa |
| Artist | Jay Brannan |
| Album | Dear Santa |
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| Dear Santa | |
| The thing is this year has been lame | |
| It always seemed | |
| I always dreamed by now I'd have someone elses last name | |
| Way past grown | |
| Sleeping in a shrunken bed | |
| All alone (unless you count the squatters tearing up my head) | |
| Tried so hard to be good all year long and we are all inherently bad | |
| Anne Frank had it wrong | |
| Santa, oh Santa | |
| Where were you last night? | |
| I asked for nothing | |
| I even left some cookies right by the open window | |
| I don't have a chimney | |
| Just a heart of gold | |
| You see | |
| Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me | |
| Dear Santa, | |
| Could you use a six foot one elf? | |
| I'm sick of taking stock from this widows walk | |
| Up here searching for myself | |
| Is there any way I could hop aboard your sleigh? | |
| Take a holiday, leave the work to me, your red-nosed blue Jay | |
| When people say the joy you brings, a children's thing, does it sting? | |
| Cuz, I will ring silver bells and sing you're as real as Martin Luther King | |
| Santa, oh Santa | |
| Where were you last night? | |
| I asked for nothing | |
| I even left some cookies right by the open window | |
| I don't have a chimney | |
| Just a heart of gold | |
| You see | |
| Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me | |
| Chocolate chip | |
| Oatmeal raisin | |
| Gingerbread too | |
| A full selection from my convection in little shapes of you | |
| Free flowing ho•ho•ings a lot for one man's jaws | |
| If you're feelin' brittle | |
| I can bake a little Mrs. for your claus | |
| Santa, oh Santa | |
| Where were you last night? | |
| I asked for nothing | |
| I even left some cookies right by the open window | |
| I don't have a chimney | |
| Just a heart of gold | |
| You see | |
| Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me |
| Dear Santa | |
| The thing is this year has been lame | |
| It always seemed | |
| I always dreamed by now I' d have someone elses last name | |
| Way past grown | |
| Sleeping in a shrunken bed | |
| All alone unless you count the squatters tearing up my head | |
| Tried so hard to be good all year long and we are all inherently bad | |
| Anne Frank had it wrong | |
| Santa, oh Santa | |
| Where were you last night? | |
| I asked for nothing | |
| I even left some cookies right by the open window | |
| I don' t have a chimney | |
| Just a heart of gold | |
| You see | |
| Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me | |
| Dear Santa, | |
| Could you use a six foot one elf? | |
| I' m sick of taking stock from this widows walk | |
| Up here searching for myself | |
| Is there any way I could hop aboard your sleigh? | |
| Take a holiday, leave the work to me, your rednosed blue Jay | |
| When people say the joy you brings, a children' s thing, does it sting? | |
| Cuz, I will ring silver bells and sing you' re as real as Martin Luther King | |
| Santa, oh Santa | |
| Where were you last night? | |
| I asked for nothing | |
| I even left some cookies right by the open window | |
| I don' t have a chimney | |
| Just a heart of gold | |
| You see | |
| Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me | |
| Chocolate chip | |
| Oatmeal raisin | |
| Gingerbread too | |
| A full selection from my convection in little shapes of you | |
| Free flowing ho ho ings a lot for one man' s jaws | |
| If you' re feelin' brittle | |
| I can bake a little Mrs. for your claus | |
| Santa, oh Santa | |
| Where were you last night? | |
| I asked for nothing | |
| I even left some cookies right by the open window | |
| I don' t have a chimney | |
| Just a heart of gold | |
| You see | |
| Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me |
| Dear Santa | |
| The thing is this year has been lame | |
| It always seemed | |
| I always dreamed by now I' d have someone elses last name | |
| Way past grown | |
| Sleeping in a shrunken bed | |
| All alone unless you count the squatters tearing up my head | |
| Tried so hard to be good all year long and we are all inherently bad | |
| Anne Frank had it wrong | |
| Santa, oh Santa | |
| Where were you last night? | |
| I asked for nothing | |
| I even left some cookies right by the open window | |
| I don' t have a chimney | |
| Just a heart of gold | |
| You see | |
| Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me | |
| Dear Santa, | |
| Could you use a six foot one elf? | |
| I' m sick of taking stock from this widows walk | |
| Up here searching for myself | |
| Is there any way I could hop aboard your sleigh? | |
| Take a holiday, leave the work to me, your rednosed blue Jay | |
| When people say the joy you brings, a children' s thing, does it sting? | |
| Cuz, I will ring silver bells and sing you' re as real as Martin Luther King | |
| Santa, oh Santa | |
| Where were you last night? | |
| I asked for nothing | |
| I even left some cookies right by the open window | |
| I don' t have a chimney | |
| Just a heart of gold | |
| You see | |
| Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me | |
| Chocolate chip | |
| Oatmeal raisin | |
| Gingerbread too | |
| A full selection from my convection in little shapes of you | |
| Free flowing ho ho ings a lot for one man' s jaws | |
| If you' re feelin' brittle | |
| I can bake a little Mrs. for your claus | |
| Santa, oh Santa | |
| Where were you last night? | |
| I asked for nothing | |
| I even left some cookies right by the open window | |
| I don' t have a chimney | |
| Just a heart of gold | |
| You see | |
| Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me |
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