Too Many Santas - The Bobs

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Too Many Santas

Too Many Santas

On every corner there’s a man in a red suit

Singing ho, ho, ho, (ho, ho)

I don’t think any of them really could be Santa

But how am I gonna know?

I saw a Santa and his woman on a Harley

Riding really slow — so slow

She’s wearing fishnets and a pair of fur trimmed hot pants

I hope it doesn’t snow!

Everywhere I go I’m seeing

Too many Santas — they’re makin' info-mercials

Too many Santas — Yes, Virginia

Too many Santas — and not enough Christmas

Too many Santas

Some guy in a padded costume at the office party

Was trying to hit on my wife — uh oh!

I grabbed his hat and beard and threw them in the fire

Hey Santa, get a life

Oops, the fat man was my supervisor

Too many Santas — I’m working double shifts now

Too many Santas — slinging burgers

Too many Santas — and not enough Christmas

Too many Santas

Too many Santas — they’re pillow packing posers

Too many Santas — for Coca-Cola

Too many Santas — and not enough Christmas

Too many Santas