I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus Underneath the mistletoe last night Saw spots of green and red Get these thoughts out of my head I wish that I'd rolled over and gone back to sleep instead
Not that there's anything wrong with that
I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus Underneath his beard so snowy white I couldn't make a noise Yeah, who would've thought that he liked boys? It seems that he's much further in the closet than my toys
What would the, son say? What would the, wife say? What would the, friends say? What would the, wife say? What would the, son say? What would the, wife say? What would the, friends say? What would Jesus say?
Then Mommy and Daddy are kissing Santa Claus It's a three way, three way tonight I tell you it was rough Seeing Mom as fingercuffs Maybe this year, since Dad is queer, I'll get some better stuff
Not that there's anything wrong with that Not that there's anything wrong with that
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