Back Door Santa Lyrics
They call me Back Door Santa
I make [bad word] about the break of day
They call me Back Door Santa
I make [bad word] 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 [bad word] but once a year
I ain't like the old Saint Nick
He [bad word] but once a year
I [bad word]  with my presents
Every time you call me dear

I keep some change in my pocket, in case the children are 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 [bad word] 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