Lyrics

You could say that I should have known better But looking back, it's easy to point blame And I don't look like a genius in this story But I'll tell you the story just the same I was upstairs watching Magnum on the TV I had a chicken sandwich in my lap When I heard somebody walking downstairs in the parlor I said to myself, "What's this crap?" I went downstairs to see what was the matter A 38 revolver in my hand And as I reached the bottom step, I saw him A fat little roly-poly man I yelled out "Hey! What gives?" and then he saw me I thought he swung his bag up at my head And just like Magnum P.I. on the TV I pulled my gun and shot that sucker dead I shot Santa in my undеrwear What he was doing therе I'll never never know I shot Santa in my underwear Right there beneath the roof and mistletoe He could of been a prowler, he could have been a thief How was I to know he'd dress up like a big red geek? I shot Santa in my underwear Now Christmas time will never be the same He went down like a sack of old potatoes He hit the floor, I felt the whole house shake I came up close to get a better look And that's when I realized my mistake I said, "Hey! You're that Santa fellow!" He nodded once like he was glad I knew And then he pulled me close to hear his last words He said, "Now it's all up to you" I said, "Me? What do I know from Christmas?" But it was too late, he had passed away So now I'm cold and hanging out with reindeers A skinny little old man and a sleigh I shot Santa in my underwear What he was doing there I'll never never know I shot Santa in my underwear Right there beneath the roof and mistletoe He could of been a prowler, he could have been a thief How was I to know he'd dress up like a big red geek? I shot Santa in my underwear Now Christmas time will never be the same What am I supposed to do with all this reindeer stuff? Well, I guess I could use it to fertilize the garden I shot Santa in my underwear Now Christmas time will never be the same No, Christmas time will never be the same