(To be sung to the tune of "Santa Baby" by Madonna)
By Em
Santa Baby, slip Gregg Rainwater under the tree, for me.
Santa Baby, make sure he has those brown eyes, too, not blue.
Think of all his films I’ve missed.
Santa Baby, I want Gregg
Santa Cutie, there’s one little thing that I need, the key
Santa Baby, I’m filling my stocking with black briefs,
and film.
Come and trim my Christmas tree
Santa Baby, you know I want the real thing, no xeroxing.
I’ve been an awful good girl,
Santa Baby, and drop Gregg down my chimney tonight.
I’ll wait up for my Gregg, Santa Baby.
And drop Gregg down my chimney tonight.
Think of all the times Gregg hasn’t been kissed (by me).
Next year I could be oh so good,
If you’d check Gregg off my Christmas list.
Boo doo bee doo
and really I don’t mean to beg.
He’s been an angel all year.
Santa Baby, and drop Gregg down my chimney tonight.
To make Gregg all mine.
Santa Baby, and drop Gregg down my chimney tonight.
Be sure to send him on time,
Santa Baby, and drop Gregg down my chimney tonight.
With lots of rattlesnake bone earrings,
I really do believe he’s cute.
All the Buck Stop agrees with me.
Boo doo bee doo.
I don’t want a photo.
Santa Baby, and drop Gregg down my chimney tonight.
Drop Gregg down my chimney tonight.
Drop Gregg down my chimney tonight.