Fourteen feet tall, and glassy and pale, and covered in soot 

I don’t know who he was or what he was, the question was moot 

I laid in bed, too scared to speak, and watched him watch me 

There was no sound but the crickets outside and the leaves in the breeze, oh 

He lit a cigarette and said, “Your chimney’s a bitch.” 

I said, “Are you old Santa Claus?” 

And he said, “You wish,” yeah yeah yeah yeah 

That’s when the party started as far as I know 

I grabbed a hold of it and never let go 

And if I saw it well then maybe it’s so 

Oh, whoa, etc… 

Later that year, I swear to god, it happened again, oh 

I was out camping with my baby and a couple of friends, oh 

As we fell asleep I know I saw a light in the east, oh 

Spinning around and changing colors with a weird humming sound, oh 

As it got close I felt my sleeping bag rise from the ground, oh 

When we woke up I was yards from the fire 

Eyes swollen shut, and buried to my waist 

That’s when the party started as far as I know 

I grabbed a hold of it and never let go 

And if I saw it well then maybe it’s so 

Oh, whoa, etc… 

I know I know I know I know I saw him again 

I was out walking my dog and he followed me home, oh 

Fourteen feet fall, a pinstripe suit and the same weird shadow, oh 

He was outside for several weeks and then he vanished again, oh 

I really don’t know what to think after twenty-three years 

The only real thing I ever learned is: Maybe it is, if it has so appeared 

That’s when the party started-- 

I grabbed a hold of it and-- 

And if I saw it well, then… 

Oh, whoa, etc…