This morning I talked to this guy about believing in Santa Claus. He guessed that I believed in Santa Claus until the age of sixteen. I said, "That's not my poison. Some people have televangalists-" He laughed and said, "Everyone has their own Santa Claus!" For your consideration: this relates to the post "Playing out," from earlier this month, Richy Vegas: a psycho memoir, parts 2 and 3, on the homepage of this site, and "Three Days In the Tickle," and ,"Nineteen Years Since the Tickle," from the someday release, Self Portrait of Me.
We All Got Our Santa Claus
G,C,D
B↓↑B↓↑
G
We had the Easter Bunny
C
And he was quite a treat
G
And we had Santa Claus
C
Now that was really neat
D
When I was a twelve year old
C
With that girly magazine
D
I prayed those women would jump out
C
Give me knowledge I could glean
G
Now did that boy become a man
C
‘cuz little did I know
D
those good good lookin’ women
C G
toxic waste tied in a bow.
G
Name your poison Richy boy
C
And boy I sure heard that
G
Some give to Robert Tilton
C
Still others good old Pat
D
Some pray the nukes come rainin’ down
C
To hasten his return
D
Could I then grab one of those women
C
And make like a butter churn
G
Some meditate and pray to Buddha
C
To make them Superman
D
You gotta stay in the moment
C G
Divine the universal plan.
G
Well those women were my poison
C
Then one day you came along
G
You were even Mexican
C
And for you I sing this song
D
I had visions of your glory
C
Then I saw you in that store
D
Then I waited and I waited
C
‘cuz I knew you weren’t no whore
G
Over twenty years have passed
C
Since that day you gave me pause
D
‘cuz like that Black guy Brian said
C G
we all got our Santa Claus.
Richy Vegas 12/27/2016
We All Got Our Santa Claus
G,C,D
B↓↑B↓↑
G
We had the Easter Bunny
C
And he was quite a treat
G
And we had Santa Claus
C
Now that was really neat
D
When I was a twelve year old
C
With that girly magazine
D
I prayed those women would jump out
C
Give me knowledge I could glean
G
Now did that boy become a man
C
‘cuz little did I know
D
those good good lookin’ women
C G
toxic waste tied in a bow.
G
Name your poison Richy boy
C
And boy I sure heard that
G
Some give to Robert Tilton
C
Still others good old Pat
D
Some pray the nukes come rainin’ down
C
To hasten his return
D
Could I then grab one of those women
C
And make like a butter churn
G
Some meditate and pray to Buddha
C
To make them Superman
D
You gotta stay in the moment
C G
Divine the universal plan.
G
Well those women were my poison
C
Then one day you came along
G
You were even Mexican
C
And for you I sing this song
D
I had visions of your glory
C
Then I saw you in that store
D
Then I waited and I waited
C
‘cuz I knew you weren’t no whore
G
Over twenty years have passed
C
Since that day you gave me pause
D
‘cuz like that Black guy Brian said
C G
we all got our Santa Claus.
Richy Vegas 12/27/2016
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