The King of Christmas

Well, it was 10 o'clock on Christmas Eve
I was wipin' eggnog on my sleeve
Tryin' hard to fight those Christmas blues
I went to bed, turned out the light
I woke up sometime around midnight
Thought I heard somebody singin' "Blue Suede Shoes"

Well, I got up and scratched my head
"I know that voice, but who?", I said
Opened the window and looked outside
I saw nine reindeer parked out back
Hitched up to a long pink Cadillac
They looked like they'd just finished one heck of a ride

Well, my hair stood up on the back of my neck
I went downstairs for one quick check
I just had to find out for myself
Well, he was big, that much was true
But he looked like someone else I knew
Not like that white-bearded, rosy-cheeked old man

Oh, he's the king, the king of Christmas
(He's the king, the king of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And I just can't help believin'
Well, those tabloids ain't deceivin'
'Cause the king of Christmas
Passed me on his way

Now beneath his cap of jet black hair
And sideburns hangin' down to there
He wore a silver belt around his waist
Then with a swivel of his hip
He started to curl his upper lip
With a look that said "merry Christmas" on his face
Then with a karate kick, he whirled around
I saw him write something down
He took the note and he stuffed it in my sock
Then he put a record under the tree
Just before he turned to leave
He hummed a bit of "Jailhouse Rock"

Oh, he's the king, the king of Christmas
(He's the king, the king of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And I just can't help believin'
Well, those tabloids ain't deceivin'
'Cause the king of Christmas
Passed me on his way

Then he pulled up his collar and flipped back his hair
And disappeared into thin air
I saw the sequins glitter upon his coat
That 45 that he'd laid down was
"Santa Claus Is Back in Town"
And I played it while I read the words he wrote

I'll outlive rock and roll and postage stamps that say I'm dead
And at the bottom, he signed his famous name
Well, some say the king was put to rest
But me and Santa, we know best
And I bet somewhere, there's elves that'll say the same

Oh, he's the king, the king of Christmas
(He's the king, the king of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And as I heard that sleigh rev and fly
Through the night there came a cry
Santa Claus has left the building!