Christmas is coming. Santa’s still as fat
He’s even having trouble, fitting in his hat
He’s letting out his belt, another notch or two
And has another bowl, of tasty reindeer stew
Dancer and Prancer went early in the year
All the other reindeer live in mortal fear
They’re not fond of being dinner,
They don’t like being prey, but
Who the Hell they gonna get, to pull old Santa’s sleigh