Back Door Santa

They call me Back Door Santa

I make my runs about the break of day

They call me Back Door Santa

I make my runs about the break of day

I make all the little girls happy

While the boys are out to play

I ain't like the old Saint Nick

He don't come but once a year

I ain't like the old Saint Nick

He don't come but once a year

I come runnin' with my presents

Every time you call me dear

I keep some change in my pocket, in case the children at home

I give 'em a few pennies, so that we can be alone

I leave the back door open, so if anybody smells a mouse

And wouldn't old Santa be in trouble, if there ain't no chimney in the house

They call me Back Door Santa

I make my runs about the break of day

I make all the little girls happy

While the boys are out to play

That's what they call me

Back Door Santa

That's what they call me

They call me Back Door Santa

That's what all the girls call me

I give 'em all little presents

That's what they call me

They call me Back Door Santa

And I like for them to call me that

They call me Back Door Santa

And I like it, and I like it, and I like it...