Do You Know Who Santa Really Is?

I went to the club late on Christmas Eve, There was a party like you wouldn't believe; The beer was flowin', the place was loud, A man could get lost just workin' the crowd; I was on my second round and what did I see? An old man with a beard was smiling at me; He wore a red coat and he drove a sleigh; Man, could that stranger slip and sway! Santa is a line dancer, burnin' up the floor, He's ringin' those bells, and he's ready to roar; Santa is a line dancer, and he's got the beat, Better make way for those magic feet. I thought I was crazy, couldn't believe my eyes, It's the Miller talkin', then I realized Santa himself was out on the town, Kickin' up his heels before he made his rounds; He was a hit with the women under the mistletoe, They sat on his lap, now wouldn't you know; He took down their number, wouldn't you bet; This was a Christmas they'd never forget. I watched him take off in his turbo sleigh, It had bucket seats and a microwave; His side-kick was an elf in a mini skirt, She wore a pointed hat and a sequined shirt; I heard him shout as he hit the sky, "Merry Christmas, y'all,I've got to fly! Next Christmas Eve, I'll be ready for more, Babe, I'll meet you out on the floor!"