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I come down the steps
I slip on the ice
Santa Claus been lookin`
Who`s been naughty, who`s been nice
I`m lookin` for one thing real tonight
Jesus, he comes up to me, Jesus, he sits down
Says take this fuckin` cross off my back, I`m goin` downtown
I say aw, but ain`t that your uniform
He offers me a toke
Says 2000 years is long enough for this particular joke
He says I`m lookin` for one thing real tonight
I`m up here singin` these songs every night
Sometimes I wanna just make `em all up on the spot
Maybe they wouldn`t rhyme too good, they might not make sense
But then at least I wouldn`t be repeating myself
I`m lookin` for one thing real tonight
And you`re the one I`ve chosen
And I guess you`ve chosen me
Let`s turn off the commercials
Let`s turn off the TV
How well can we get to know
Each other in an hour
We can fight the daylight
We have that power
I`m lookin` for one thing real tonight
Van Gogh sits next to me, with a bucketful of paste
He rips off my ear and says glue this to my face
I`d like to leave America for someplace where they would
Not know a word of English and I might be understood
I`m lookin` for one thing real tonight

I come down the steps
I slip on the ice
Santa Claus been lookin`
Who`s been naughty, who`s been nice
I`m lookin` for one thing real tonight
Jesus, he comes up to me, Jesus, he sits down
Says take this fuckin` cross off my back, I`m goin` downtown
I say aw, but ain`t that your uniform
He offers me a toke
Says 2000 years is long enough for this particular joke
He says I`m lookin` for one thing real tonight
I`m up here singin` these songs every night
Sometimes I wanna just make `em all up on the spot
Maybe they wouldn`t rhyme too good, they might not make sense
But then at least I wouldn`t be repeating myself
I`m lookin` for one thing real tonight
And you`re the one I`ve chosen
And I guess you`ve chosen me
Let`s turn off the commercials
Let`s turn off the TV
How well can we get to know
Each other in an hour
We can fight the daylight
We have that power
I`m lookin` for one thing real tonight
Van Gogh sits next to me, with a bucketful of paste
He rips off my ear and says glue this to my face
I`d like to leave America for someplace where they would
Not know a word of English and I might be understood
I`m lookin` for one thing real tonight

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