I'm dressin' up like Santa Claus on Christmas, as soon as I can get out on parole
I'll hang out on your street, your kids I'd love to meet, as soon as I get out of this rat-hole
And I won't mind just a-slidin' down your chimney, cause I just spent fifteen years a-shovelin' coal
So, I'm Dressin' Up Like Santa Claus on Christmas, as soon as I can get out on parole
I'm anxious to get out among the living, and I'm makin' up a list of those to see
Duded up in red and white, instead of these old stripes, just think of how surprised they're gonna be
The old home town will sure be glad to see me, cause by now it slipped their minds how much I stole
And I'm dressin' up like Santa Claus on Christmas, as soon as I can get out on parole (Oh, play it boys)
I'm careful to be on my best behavior, 'cause the warden's watching every thing I do
Thank God he didn't see that fight in cell block three, or I'd be stuck here 'till I'm ninety-two
Just a few more questions from that nice committee, then through those rusty gates I'll proudly stroll
And I'm dressin' up like Santa Claus on Christmas, as soon as I can get out on parole
Just as soon as I can - get out on parole . . . (I'm home!)