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Top Songs of Christmas - Be-Bop Santa Clau
Written by：Babs Gonzales
'Twas the black before Christmas
And all through the dorm
The scene was deserted
But for old Pops and mom
There they sat hung in their big easy chair
Goofed on eggnog sherry and beer
Sis and Little Junior lie snoozing in bed
While visions of Cadillacs danced in their heads
Moms jumped up and said Pops let's quit it to bed
We can't let Santa dig us with our eyes all red
Then out on the stoop oowee
Such a clatter
Pops split to the porthole to see what was the matter
His heart did the jumps and he fell straight back
When his glimmers fell on a red Cadillac
Stashed in front was a cat cool as any
With a red beaver hat and a red cashmere benny
His ground pads was suede shoes
And his red tweed vine cost heavy dues
He wore a redonred shirt and a white mink tie
Some crazyrimmed glasses that covered one eye
Old Pop's peepers grew large round and white
As he dug this crazy vista on Christmas Eve night
The cat leaped from his short and laid down his sack
He began wailing like mad the cool Applejack
Then up to the rooftops the Cadillac flew
And the Cat In Red followed on through
Pops was wigged behind this crazy scene and before he was straight
Down came the cat right through the chimney grate
A bag of jive he had on his back
As he stood digging Pops who was blowing his stack
His eyeballs were hid by some coalblack shades
When Pops dug this action he knew this cat was made
A kingsized cigarette hung from his chops
As he eased up close and sounded on Pops
I'm the BeBop Santa from the cool North Pole
And I've been down since the days of old
I'm known all over from here to eternity
And a stud's mighty square if he don't dig me
So cast thy peepers into my righteous bag and see
What insane object I shall lay on thee
Here's a record by Diz cut when he was two
A real boss arrangement of
OolYaKoo
For Moms a mink outfit Chanel No 5
And for you little kiddies my new book on jive
So that's it Pops
Santa did shout
Then he buttoned his cashmere and quickly cut out
Poor Pops was wiggin' and he was out of his head
To dig this wild character who wore all red
He ran to the table to cop him a drink
To quiet his nerves and to help him to think
Just then from below he heard a voice shout
Have a crazy cool Christmas but don't get knocked out