Original Xmas Song by Dabido - Number Three

Santa Laps Us All. Verse One: I'm not the sort to call Santa a Ho, But he is the sort to lap us all, All the year, he laps his deer, And Missus Clause, she lives in fear, That one day ol' Nic, he will get caught, Lapping those elves, which he taught, To build those toys for girls and boys, But lapping does give Santa such joys. Chorus: Cause Santa, He wants to have a ball. On Christmas Eve, Santa Laps Us all. While you sleep He's wearin nothing, Shaking his booty, Doin' his thang, Verse Two: When Santa comes around to town, And puts on womens clothing and prances around, Down your chimney he descends, To strip off his suit and waggle his end, And sit on your lap and grind away, While you're asleep and he's feeling gay, With a feather boa and lingerie, He humps yo momma and has his way. Chorus: Cause Santa, He wants to have a ball. On Christmas Eve, Santa Laps Us all. While you sleep He's wearin nothing, Shaking his booty, Doin' his thang, Verse Three: On every police wanted board, His face has been lovingly adorned, So all the poice have been warned, So nail up the chimney and grab a sword, Cause when Santa comes to lap your town, You wanna be ready to catch that clown Cause his wanted for break and entering, And exposing his body and indecent things. Chorus: Cause Santa, He wants to have a ball. On Christmas Eve, Santa Laps Us all. While you sleep He's wearin nothing, Shaking his booty, Doin' his thang.