On Santa's Knee
A ridiculous sight for all to see
in my tacky sweater of Charlie Brown:
I'm nervously sitting on Santa's knee.
I wouldn't be here, except my friends dared me,
a full-grown man, acting more like a clown:
a ridiculous sight for all to see.
When my friends start laughing, I try to flee:
my smile, suddenly replaced by a frown,
I'm nervously sitting on Santa's knee.
Santa's too jolly; ignoring my plea,
embarrassed, I'm desperate to get down:
a ridiculous sight for all to see.
Holding me tight, with a sly look of glee:
as he asks me to go out on the town,
I'm nervously sitting on Santa's knee.
Santa's suit is dirty; it smells of pee:
damping any desire to stick around.
A ridiculous sight for all to see:
I'm nervously sitting on Santa's knee.
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