Rick Springfield - Santa Is An Anagram Lyrics

Santa is an anagram, I think you copy that
There must be something twisted underneath his stupid hat
You took my name, switched a letter here or there
What was Nicky thinking, did he think I wouldn't care?
I saw it right away, I was going to kick his candy ass
But seeing it was Christmas I thought I'd let it pass

Santa is an anagram, you're suckered by the beard
Bringing peace to everyone I think that's kinda weird
There's no such thing as peace, it's a fallacy for fools
They use him just to hook you into all those Sunday schools
And later on to sign the troops for good old Uncle Sam
You got to know that Santa is just an anagram

I'm dosing up my milligrams here in Wonderland
Chasing Norma Jeane 'round Liberace's baby grand
God's in the kitchen talking shit with Oscar Wilde
Gandhi's in the corner beating up a flower child
Gloria Steinem's hitting hard on all the ape-men
So you better spell it right, it's S-A-T-A-N

Santa is an anagram
Santa is an anagram
Santa is an anagram
Santa is an anagram

Santa is an anagram, I think you copy that
There must be something twisted underneath his stupid hat

Santa is an anagram
Santa is an anagram
Santa is an anagram
Santa is an anagram

Santa is an anagram, you better copy that