Mama, I Know You Ain't Santa (Featured Christmas Track)

MAMA, I KNOW YOU AIN’T SANTA

MAMA, I KNOW YOU AIN’T SANTA
SANTA DON’T HAVE A FIGURE LIKE YOU
AND HIS EYES AREN’T RED FROM CRYIN’
AND HE DON’T STAND JUST UNDER FIVE-TWO.

MAMA, THAT PILLOW IS SLIPPIN’
AND YOUR PRETTY BLOND HAIR’S SHOWING THROUGH
AND AIN’T THAT THE NECKLACE I MADE YOU?
AND I BET SANTA DON’T HAVE THE FLU.

THERE’S A CLEAR CHRISTMAS SKY IN ATLANTA
MILLIONS OF STARS BRIGHT AS CAN BE
MAMA, I KNOW YOU AIN’T SANTA
I’VE SEEN HIM UP CLOSE, I’VE SAT ON HIS KNEE.

BUT BILLY DON’T KNOW YOU AIN’T SANTA
HOW COULD HE, HE’S ONLY TWO
BILLY DON’T REMEMBER DADDY
BUT, MAMA, YOU AND I DO.

THANKS FOR THE SKIRT YOU MADE OVER
AND THANKS FOR DYING IT RED
AND BILLY SURE LOVES THAT PUPPY
WE’LL NEVER GET HIM TO BED.

THERE’S A CLEAR CHRISTMAS SKY IN ATLANTA
MILLIONS OF STARS TWINKLING BRIGHT
MAMA, I KNOW YOU AIN’T SANTA
BUT I PROMISE I’LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS NIGHT.

NOW, LET ME PLAY SANTA FOR BILLY
YOU GO UPSTAIRS AND TAKE A REST
‘CAUSE YOU MAKE ONE LOUSY SANTA
BUT AS A MAMA FOR BILLY AND ME -- YOU ARE THE BEST.