It was Christmas eve, I was standing in the parking lot of Fabulous Girls - Nude, Nude, Nude In the car next to me there was a young lady givin' a blow job to a man in a Santa Claus suit His beard was crooked, his hat askew embarrassed, I turned to go When from the back seat of the mazda I heard somebody shout oh, baby, don't stop And a merry ho ho ho
Well I walked inside, I ordered a beer and a double shot of whiskey and in three minutes I had fallen in love
The DJ announced, Ladies and gentlemen, from Fort Worth, Texas - lady Godiva and I sat and worshipped 'neath the angel above At the end of her set she brushed her hair came and sat on the stool to my right and said will you buy me a drink My heart beat fast, my trousers grew tight and wittily I replied uhh....
She showed me a picture of her kid, said during the day she's an art student She dances six nights a week for slobs and idiots like this, of course,
present company excluded
On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love, Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love
Well, then Santa came stumblin' in and somebody shouted hey Santa, where're your elves He sat down on the stool to my left and the bartender took a vodka bottle off the shelf He asked if mrs. Claus had called, to tell her he worked the late shift at
the mall and he was sorry, but he just got through I turned and I asked him how's the kids this year, Santa Beneath his breath he whispered a merry fuck you
Well, then the owner came over and he was a short fat ugly guy with a funny kind of pushed-in face He shook my hand and said it was the first time they ever had a superstar in this place Lady Godiva bought me a few drinks and words came out of my mouth what they were I couldn't guess But it was something about showgirls, lapdancing,
Motley Crew, you can guess the rest
On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love, Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love
Well, I walked outside, snow was fallin', I had some toys to put together, it was Christmas time Santa followed me into the parking lot and threw up on the hood of the car next to mine I gave him my hankerchief, pulled out onto the highway and as I sat at the
light I swear I saw a sleigh with a dozen reindeer pull out of the parking lot And cut across to the mall and a voice shouted, Merry Christmas to all, you assholes, and a good fuckin' night
On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love, Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love
