Too Many Santas Songtext
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Too Many Santas Songtext
On every corner there′s a man in a red suit
Singing ho, ho, ho, (ho, ho)
I don't think any of them really could be Santa
But how am I gonna know?
I saw a Santa and his woman on a Harley
Riding really slow - so slow
She′s wearing fishnets and a pair of fur trimmed hot pants
I hope it doesn't snow!
Everywhere I go I'm seeing
Too many Santas - they′re makin′ info-mercials
Too many Santas - Yes, Virginia
Too many Santas - and not enough Christmas
Too many Santas
Some guy in a padded costume at the office party
Was trying to hit on my wife - uh oh!
I grabbed his hat and beard and threw them in the fire
Hey Santa, get a life
Oops, the fat man was my supervisor
Too many Santas - I'm working double shifts now
Too many Santas - slinging burgers
Too many Santas - and not enough Christmas
Too many Santas
Too many Santas - they′re pillow packing posers
Too many Santas - for Coca-Cola
Too many Santas - and not enough Christmas
Too many Santas
Singing ho, ho, ho, (ho, ho)
I don't think any of them really could be Santa
But how am I gonna know?
I saw a Santa and his woman on a Harley
Riding really slow - so slow
She′s wearing fishnets and a pair of fur trimmed hot pants
I hope it doesn't snow!
Everywhere I go I'm seeing
Too many Santas - they′re makin′ info-mercials
Too many Santas - Yes, Virginia
Too many Santas - and not enough Christmas
Too many Santas
Some guy in a padded costume at the office party
Was trying to hit on my wife - uh oh!
I grabbed his hat and beard and threw them in the fire
Hey Santa, get a life
Oops, the fat man was my supervisor
Too many Santas - I'm working double shifts now
Too many Santas - slinging burgers
Too many Santas - and not enough Christmas
Too many Santas
Too many Santas - they′re pillow packing posers
Too many Santas - for Coca-Cola
Too many Santas - and not enough Christmas
Too many Santas
Writer(s): Joseph Charles Finetti, Richard S Greene Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com