I'm Dressin' Up Like Santa (when I Get Out On Parole) Lyrics - Twisted Christmas - Bob Rivers

I'm Dressin' Up Like Santa Claus on Christmas 

As soon as I can get out on parole 

I'll hang out on your street 

Your kids I'd love to meet 

As soon as I get out of this rat hole 

And I won't mind just sliding down your chimney 

Cause I just spent fifteen years a-shovelin' coal 

I'm Dressin' Up Like Santa Claus on Christmas 

As soon as I can get out on parole 

I'm anxious to get out among the living 

And I'm makin' up a list of those to see 

Duded up in red and white 

Instead of these old stripes 

Just think of how surprised they're gonna be 

The old home town will sure be glad to see me 

Cause by now it slipped their minds how much I stole 

And I'm Dressin' Up Like Santa Claus on Christmas 

As soon as I can get out on parole 

I'm careful to be on my best behavior 

Cause the warden's watching every thing I do 

Thank God he didn't see 

That fight in cell block 3 

Or I'd be stuck here till I'm 92 

Just a few more questions from that nice committee 

Then through those rusty gates I'll proudly stroll 

And I'm Dressin' Up Like Santa Claus on Christmas 

As soon as I can get out on parole 

Just as soon as I can get out on parole 

I'm Home!