Santa baby, just slip my father under the tree, for me,
Haven't seen him in years, Santa baby,
So lure him in with whiskey tonight
Santa baby, his '82 Iroc is his home, sweet home
He tends to sleep in his shoes; Santa baby,
So lure him in with whiskey tonight
Think of all the fun he's missed;
Think of all the times he's had to sell his piss
Next year we just might, track him down
If we search "H***jobs" on Craigslist
Santa baby, I want my pops and really that's not a lot,
He's been missing for years; Santa baby,
So lure him in with whiskey tonight
Lure him, tonight
Daddy, tonight