I'm Dressin' up Like Santa (When I Get Out on Parole) - Bob Rivers

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 sliding down your chimney

Cause I just spent fifteen years a-shovelin' coal

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

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 3

Or I’d be stuck here till I’m 92

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!