Santa Claus Is A Metalhead

Twas the night before And all the stockings were hung The fireplace stopped roaring And the tree lights were off In the silent night You hear a noise in the sky You sneak outta bed To see him with your own eyes Black motorcycle boots And red leather pants And look, on his jacket There's a Judas Priest patch Round little belly Like a keg full of beer Harley Davidson sleigh On the roof with the deer Don't know if you can tell So I'll just let you know Santa Claus is a Metalhead Rocking Motorhead on his sleigh Santa Claus is a Metalhead He'll bring you your presents On Christmas day He's checking his list And if you've been good He'll bring you some records And their player too But if you find yourself In the naughty list He's gonna get you Britney Spears CDs Don't leave milk and cookies Just a shot of Jack Keep him nice and warm Till the end of the night Then he'll spring to his sleigh And crank the volume up And he's off to the next stop Must be done before the sun So let me tell you something that you already know Santa Claus is a Metalhead Bangs that head that doesn't bang Santa Claus is a Metalhead He looks like Dee Snider Only festively plump Twas the day of Christmas You run down to the tree There lies a hard case With your name on it Grab your 6-string goddess Plug it in your amp Now play it really loud So he can hear you all the way To the North Pole 'Cause Santa Claus is a Metalhead Uniting Metalheads around the world Santa Claus is a Metalhead Spreading the Christmas Heavy Metal Cheer You better stay heavy Cause he'll be back Next year