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

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! --- I'm Dressin' Up Like Santa (When I Get out on Parole) - Bob Rivers