That's Right, Santa is Casey
Up in the workshop all the elves were playin' music
For the good Loyal foils, who find it therapeutic
When Santa busted in, quite in a rough condition
Had a bass in his hands and asked, "This the audition?"
From his beard to his boots his snow coat was a blazin' red
He seemed a bit drunk, yeah he seemed a tad dead
Then his beard fell off, a haunting tune played on the organ
His face was revealed, it's that of Casey Morgan
That's right, Santa is Casey
That's right, St. Nick is Mark's son
Did you know that he runs cross country
Making presents just isn't enough
Well, the workshop is gone now, he just had to delete it
He just couldn't let anyone else know his secret
And he tied up the elves, with his snazzy graphic tees
He ran as fast as he can, and threw away the keys
And he just kept on running, just as fast as he could
And he entered his house as the fire met the plywood
He told Evan they've gotta go, They've been found out
So Evan morphed into a reindeer grew a reindeer snout
That's right, Santa is Casey
That's right, Kris Kringle's that guy
Casey's dog, Roxy, is really a reindeer
And his brother, Evan Morgan, can fly
The CIA tracked him down and called the FBI
But Casey rode his sleigh really fast
As Evan Morgan pulled him through the sky
And Joel is aghast, 'cause he was movin' real fast
It's all on the newscast they know, oh Casey, why?
My my my my my my
You used to have a valid alibi
Yes, Virginia, Santa's really a lie
On the run for his infamous crime
Hey little friend now, a little friend you are indeed
Casey will feed
And all the little children, they all started to whine
When they found out that Santa was in The Foil Line
And they say that he's shiny, by they I mean Frank
The list of woes of Casey Morgan is blank
They're talkin' sayin', that's right Santa is Casey
That's right St. Nicholas ran
Lied to kids all over the nation
He lost all of his bars of amaranth
Whoa oh, that's right Santa is Casey
That's right St. Nick plays the bass
His dog Roxy is really a reindeer
He runs cross country, came in third to last place
Whoa oh, runs cross country, came in third to last place
Tell ya, runs cross country, came in third to last place
For the good Loyal foils, who find it therapeutic
When Santa busted in, quite in a rough condition
Had a bass in his hands and asked, "This the audition?"
From his beard to his boots his snow coat was a blazin' red
He seemed a bit drunk, yeah he seemed a tad dead
Then his beard fell off, a haunting tune played on the organ
His face was revealed, it's that of Casey Morgan
That's right, Santa is Casey
That's right, St. Nick is Mark's son
Did you know that he runs cross country
Making presents just isn't enough
Well, the workshop is gone now, he just had to delete it
He just couldn't let anyone else know his secret
And he tied up the elves, with his snazzy graphic tees
He ran as fast as he can, and threw away the keys
And he just kept on running, just as fast as he could
And he entered his house as the fire met the plywood
He told Evan they've gotta go, They've been found out
So Evan morphed into a reindeer grew a reindeer snout
That's right, Santa is Casey
That's right, Kris Kringle's that guy
Casey's dog, Roxy, is really a reindeer
And his brother, Evan Morgan, can fly
The CIA tracked him down and called the FBI
But Casey rode his sleigh really fast
As Evan Morgan pulled him through the sky
And Joel is aghast, 'cause he was movin' real fast
It's all on the newscast they know, oh Casey, why?
My my my my my my
You used to have a valid alibi
Yes, Virginia, Santa's really a lie
On the run for his infamous crime
Hey little friend now, a little friend you are indeed
Casey will feed
And all the little children, they all started to whine
When they found out that Santa was in The Foil Line
And they say that he's shiny, by they I mean Frank
The list of woes of Casey Morgan is blank
They're talkin' sayin', that's right Santa is Casey
That's right St. Nicholas ran
Lied to kids all over the nation
He lost all of his bars of amaranth
Whoa oh, that's right Santa is Casey
That's right St. Nick plays the bass
His dog Roxy is really a reindeer
He runs cross country, came in third to last place
Whoa oh, runs cross country, came in third to last place
Tell ya, runs cross country, came in third to last place
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Writer(s): Anthony Lim
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