The King of Christmas Ray Stevens

Well, it was 10 o'clock on Christmas Eve
I was wipin' eggnog on my sleeve
Tryin' hard to fight those Christmas blues
I went to bed, turned out the light
I woke up sometime around midnight
Thought I heard somebody singin' "Blue Suede Shoes"

Well, I got up and scratched my head
"I know that voice, but who?", I said
Opened the window and looked outside
I saw nine reindeer parked out back
Hitched up to a long pink Cadillac
They looked like they'd just finished one heck of a ride

Well, my hair stood up on the back of my neck
I went downstairs for one quick check
I just had to find out for myself
Well, he was big, that much was true
But he looked like someone else I knew
Not like that white-bearded, rosy-cheeked old man

Oh, he's the king, the king of Christmas
(He's the king, the king of Christmas)
Alive and well and ridin' in his sleigh
And I just can't help believin'
Well, those tabloids ain't deceivin'
'Cause the king of Christmas
Passed me on his way