I saw mommy blissing Santa Claus;
underneath him she moaned in delight.
I looked, without a peep…
saw that he was in deep.
Both were loving the shtup…
good thing dad was fast asleep.

Mom had tricked him so that Santa Claus
could freely join her that night.
To dad’s draft she slipped roofies in.
and now she’s committing sin
with that fat man whose beard’s snowy white.

Yet, that’s mommy blissing Santa Claus.
I’m just a kid, but I know mommy’s blissing Santa Claus,
but I’m not gonna tell dad…

…that is, if mommy, post-blissing of Claus
does what must be done to make things right.
If she want’s silence ’bout her sin,
as well as ’bout dad’s druggin’;
she must shell out; my lips will be tight.