Lyrics

I saw Daddy kissing Santa Clause Underneath the mistletoe last night Saw spots of green and red Get these thoughts out of my head I wish that I had rolled over And gone back to sleep instead Not that there's anything wrong with that I saw Daddy tickle Santa Clause 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 Friends say "oh my God!" I say "oh my God!"? Then Mommy and Daddy are kissing Santa Clause It's a three way, three way tonight I tell you it was wrong To see them moan then make her come At least 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 I saw Daddy kissing Santa Clause I saw Daddy kissing Santa Clause I saw Daddy kissing Santa Clause