Santa's Mid-Night Hour
The stars and the moon glow so bright
Poor Santa, he lost his eyesight
Had a bit of bad luck
When he stepped in some muck
With both feet, his left and his right
His glasses, he left on the bar
From peeing, his zip was ajar
Now the reindeer won't sleigh
(Ooh)...Because Santa smells that way
So, St. Nick went back to the bar
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