CRACK SANTA

CRACK SANTA
Don't moon Crack Santa !!!

Dashing through the snow in a beat up chevrolet, over the hills he goes CRACK SANTA is on his way.
Cops are on his tail, CRACK SANTA aint going back to jail.
Elves are on the gummies, brining presents to all the dummies.
CRACK SANTA is on the loose, crashing down the chimeny stumble to the tree.
Go moon someone else and don't moon me. Milk is sour, cookies taste like wood
better watch out he knows when you have been bad he knows when you have been good.
Alarm bells ringing, police siren screaming, ditch the whiskey and make the dash, try not to trip over the bag of trash.
Down the stairs and out the door, run run as fast as you can CRACK SANTA runs faster than the ginger bread man.
Can't catch me copper so ho ho ho sorry about your luck your to dang slow.
Now dawner now dancer now dasher and prancer the red nose raindeer and the second chancerup and onward before the no pancer.
Try not to get mooned we are on our way over the hills in the Chevrolet.
"Dashing through the snow in a beat up chevrolet, over the hills he goes CRACK SANTA is on his way. Cops are on his tail, CRACK SANTA
aint going back to jail.",(Rhythmic and Punchy)
,"Dashing through the snow in a beat-up Chevrolet, / CRACK SANTA coming, gotta clear the highway. / Cops on the radar, they tryin' to make
a bust, / CRACK SANTA ain't goin' back, leave 'em eating dust!"
The workshop's empty, elves are on the 'Gummies,' / Stuffin' stolen stockings for all the dummies. / CRACK SANTA's on the loose, chimney's
the main chute, / Crashes down the flue, knockin' over the loot. / Stumbles to the tree, lookin' for a quick snack, / If you try to stop me, you'll see
my backside, Jack!
This milk is lookin' sour, these cookies taste like wood, / But I know if you've been bad, or if you've been good. / Doesn't matter now, 'cause the
alarm bells are ringing, / Hear the copper's siren? That's the sound they are bringing! / Gotta ditch the bottle, gotta make the dash, / Grab the
last present, avoid the bag of trash.
Down the fire escape and right out the door, / CRACK SANTA movin' faster than ever before. / Run, run, as fast as you can, kid, you heard the chant?
/ I'm quicker than your granny and the Gingerbread Man! / "Can't catch me, Copper!" I'm yellin' "Ho, ho, ho!" / Sorry 'bout your luck, man, you're just too
darn slow! / Now Donner! Now Dancer! Now Prancer! Hey wait! / Where's the reindeer crew? Forget 'em, it's too late! / Back in the Chevy, tires screech
and squeal, / You might get mooned again, sorry how that will feel!