I Want My Own Santa (feat. The Floor)

I want my own Santa with his own room

And an appetite

For everything I might consume

But was afraid to ask

He'd like Culver's ice cream

And drive-thru coffee treats

Shopping 'til he's dropping

And topping his SUV

I want my own Santa with his own room

And an appetite

For everything I might consume

But was afraid to ask

He'd like Culver's ice cream

And drive-thru coffee treats

Shopping 'til he's dropping

And topping his SUV

And I'd drill a peep-hole and watch him at rest

To catch his Buddha nature

When he forgets

That he makes the markets grow

And when I take sick – He'd bring me medicine

And when I get well – I'd find some more of him

And send him to the darker corners

Where a guy who can buy anything is really needed.