Oh, he shouldn't've been a creepin'
through my house so late at night.
He should've known I'd exercise
my God given Constitutional right.

There'll be no Christmas morning,
so much for Christmas day,
‘cause I've been a naughty boy,
I blew Santa Claus away.

Oh, I've been a naughty boy,
and I know I'll have to pay.
There'll be coal in my stocking
‘cause I blew Santa Claus away.

There were eight tiny reindeer
out there on my lawn.
What was I to do with them
now that Santa was gone?

Don't be too darn critical
until you're in my shoes,
and don't tell me what's right or wrong
while you're eating my barbecue.

Oh, I've been a naughty boy
and I know I'll have to pay.
My Christmas tree will be bare,
‘cause I blew Santa Claus away.

I guess what's done is done,
and there's not much more to say,
but I can make you one helluva deal
if you need a secondhand sleigh.

Oh, I've been a naughty boy
and I know I'll have to pay.
I'll only have switches for presents,
‘cause I blew Santa Claus away.