Secret Santa Letra

Secret Santa

Red smoking jacket lined with fur
His egg nog shaken, never stirred
and femme fatales that purr for Secret Santa

Double agents fear the man called "Kringle"
with hi tech gadgets made by elves that decipher code, explode and jingle

Children nestled in their beds
Sugar plums dance in their heads
They know nothing 'bout the Feds or the Secret Santa

Here comes Santa Claus, there goes Santa in a shiny, red DB5
They say that Santa is one bad (shut your mouth)
Just talkin' 'bout Santa (and we can dig it)

You can be a counter intelligence hottie
Doesn't need a wire tap to detect if you've been nice or you're naughty

And even though he's a spy, he's an average Joe, Tom, Dick, Harry or Steve
Well... except for that part where he climbs down your chimney on Christmas Eve

So stay off of his "naughty" list
or your Christmas gift will be a fist
and you'll find that you've been missed
didn't leave you any gifts
but all the ladies have been kissed by the Secret Santa