After school one winter day I came across a big red sleigh Broken down on highway 63 Cursing it will all his mind A man who's face I knew on sight Turned around and waved and smiled at me I'm guessing you at nine or ten And I can fly my sleigh again If you find in your heart to believe Won't you ride in my runaway sleigh The reindeer might be biting but they seem to know the way We can fly these presents to the good girls and the boys And we'll all have a Marry Christmas I was a fan of Santa Cause But even so it gave me a pause Something in this picture seemed so wrong His suit was wrinkled, full of holes His shoes untied, his cheeks had moles And I swear I saw him sippin' something strong Won't you ride in my runaway sleigh We're missing a few seatbelts, buckle up, we're on our way We can fly these presents to the good girls and the boys And we'll all have a Marry Christmas Heyyyy