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Dear Santa, I can explain The way I’ve been behaving, taking God’s name in vain

Every day my older sister steals my bike Makes me up and shakes me up, I surely don’t like

I spit in her hair and I’d do it again But Santa, I can explain


Dear Santa, I can explain Why I painted tiger stripes on the family’s Great Dane

He doesn’t have no manners or much regard It takes three hours to clean up after him in the yard

They’re bigger than elves, it’s completely insane Dear Santa, I can explain



My little brother how he completely hates me It don’t take much for him to irritate me

He makes me do my very worst He started it…. he pushed me first

Santa can’t you see? I’m hoping that you see




Dear Santa, I can explain Why I toilet papered every house on Candy Cane Lane

The neighbor kids all beat me up, oh how they taunt I’ve been as good as I can be, I know just what I want

This young Paddy don’t wanna build the railway, I wanna own the train Dear Santa, I can explain




My Sunday School teacher is so boring You certainly can’t blame me for ignoring

The lines she makes me memorize Her ruler—it can pulverize

Santa can’t you see? I’m hoping that you see



Dear Santa, I can explain I wont throw anymore M-80s down the toilet or drain

I know it cost my mom and dad ‘bout 4 or 5 grand But it was really cool when it blew up—you must understand

My parents say I’m good at heart and God awful in the brain But Santa, I can explain



Just take one step closer sister and I’ll do it again

Santa, I can explain

I know you can hear me….so gimme the f**kin train

Santa, I can explain