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 a** But seeing it was Christmas I thought I’d let it pa** Santa is an anagram, you’re s**ered 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 sh** 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