I was driving home through a snowstorm last Christmas Eve When I thought I saw a hand in a ditch Yeah it was waving to me I got out to investigate and found a bearded man With lots of reindeer tangled in a heap I helped him out He said, “Hey, thanks!’ and started running towards the jeep
He jumped inside Shifted to 4-wheel drive He yelled, ‘I gotta go!’ The last thing that I heard from him was, ‘Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!’
Santa stole my jeep (x2)
Yeah, I’m talking about the nicest guy I ever thought I’d meet The reindeer were too tired to fly So I was out there trying to hitch a ride To the FBI Well, I had no luck I was really stuck It was cold out But I knew I couldn’t cry And I’d better not pout
Dear Santa I’m not proud of everything I’ve ever done Like the time I shot Timmy in the rear with a BB gun That was the Christmas of ‘61 But I promise I won’t be such a creep if you give me back my jeep
Santa stole my jeep (Are you fibbing?) Santa stole my jeep Yes, he did Santa stole my jeep I wouldn’t lie about stuff like that Santa stole my jeep (Really, Daddy?) Santa stole my jeep Yep Santa stole my jeep He stole it Santa stole my jeep (Dear Santa, would you please consider giving him back that stupid jeep? ‘Santa stole my jeep, Santa stole my jeep’ – that’s all I ever hear any more) (Santa, bring Daddy’s jeep back!) Come on! Bring it back! Won’t you? Please? I’d do anything. I’d be good. I’d try to. I won’t fight.