The Homecoming Queen Of North Pole High

I always wanted to be the Homecoming Queen
For North Pole High
It was every girl's dream, back when we were teens
We would close our eyes
And we'd dream
Of being Number One
To be the favorite girl of everyone
We would scream
For our favorite guy
And we all wanted to be the Homecoming Queen of North Pole High

Christine Kringle and me had this rivalry
She was so cute I hated her guts
And her old man was a Saint, not to say that mine ain't
He couldn't fly, but so what
We would read
About these high class girls
In these big shot cities around the world
In magazines
And Christine and I
Decided secretly to try for Homecoming Queen of North Pole High

Oh to be, what an exciting thing it would be
With me as Homecoming Queen for North Pole High

And then the votes were all in I saw the judges grin
If looks could kill the judges would have died
Because although Chris had won, the son of a gun
That stood at her side
Was no king
He was more like a pawn
He was the stable boy for Santa Claus
And the stink
When standing by his side wilted the roses
Meant for the Homecoming Queen of North Pole High

We would close our eyes
And we'd dream
Of being Number One
To be the favorite girl of everyone
We would scream
For our favorite guy
And we all wanted to be the Homecoming Queen of North Pole High