Santa Claus Was My Uber Driver
Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night
Picked me up at the airport after a flight
Had his red velvet hat on the dash
Big white beard, black boot on the gas
I asked him, "Hey man, what're you doin' here?
How's Mrs. Claus and all the reindeer?"
He said, "Aw, they're all good back at the house
I just get a little stir crazy and I just gotta get out"
Santa spends his summers in Virginia Beach
Workin' late 'cause he spends all day with his feet
In the sand, cold beer in his hand
Playin' rock 'n' roll drums in a '90s cover band
His license plate read SANTA1
Just killin' time 'til December comes
I couldn't make this up if I tried
But Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night
Well, you know
Old Santa seemed like he knew the back roads well
He didn't pay no attention to the maps on his cell
I never got a chance to tell him I was writin' this song
He dropped me off and in a dash he was gone
Santa spends his summers in Virginia Beach
Workin' late 'cause he spends all day with his feet
In the sand, cold beer in his hand
Playin' rock 'n' roll drums in a '90s cover band
His license plate read SANTA1
Just killin' time 'til December comes
I couldn't make this up if I tried
But Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night
Yeah, I swear he was real and it all wasn't just in my mind
Yeah, freaking Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night
I know, right
Santa spends his summers in Virginia Beach
Workin' late 'cause he spends all day with his feet
In the sand, cold beer in his hand
Playin' rock 'n' roll drums in a '90s cover band
His license plate read SANTA1
Just killin' time 'til December comes
I couldn't make this up if I tried
But Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night
Man, talk about a five-star ride
Yeah, Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night
