Be-Bop Santa Claus - Christmas Classics Collection/Christmas Songs/The Xmas Specials

Written by：Babs Gonzales

'Twas the black before Christmas

And all through the dorm

The scene was deserted

But for old Pops and mom

There they sat hung in their big easy chair

Goofed on eggnog sherry and beer

Sis and Little Junior lie snoozing in bed

While visions of Cadillacs danced in their heads

Moms jumped up and said Pops let's quit it to bed

We can't let Santa dig us with our eyes all red

Then out on the stoop oowee

Such a clatter

Pops split to the porthole to see what was the matter

His heart did the jumps and he fell straight back

When his glimmers fell on a red Cadillac

Stashed in front was a cat cool as any

With a red beaver hat and a red cashmere benny

His ground pads was suede shoes

And his red tweed vine cost heavy dues

He wore a redonred shirt and a white mink tie

Some crazyrimmed glasses that covered one eye

Old Pop's peepers grew large round and white

As he dug this crazy vista on Christmas Eve night

The cat leaped from his short and laid down his sack

He began wailing like mad the cool Applejack

Then up to the rooftops the Cadillac flew

And the Cat In Red followed on through

Pops was wigged behind this crazy scene and before he was straight

Down came the cat right through the chimney grate

A bag of jive he had on his back

As he stood digging Pops who was blowing his stack

His eyeballs were hid by some coalblack shades

When Pops dug this action he knew this cat was made

A kingsized cigarette hung from his chops

As he eased up close and sounded on Pops

I'm the BeBop Santa from the cool North Pole

And I've been down since the days of old

I'm known all over from here to eternity

And a stud's mighty square if he don't dig me

So cast thy peepers into my righteous bag and see

What insane object I shall lay on thee

Here's a record by Diz cut when he was two

A real boss arrangement of

OolYaKoo

For Moms a mink outfit Chanel No.5

And for you little kiddies my new book on jive

So that's it Pops

Santa did shout

Then he buttoned his cashmere and quickly cut out

Poor Pops was wiggin' and he was out of his head

To dig this wild character who wore all red

He ran to the table to cop him a drink

To quiet his nerves and to help him to think

Just then from below he heard a voice shout

Have a crazy cool Christmas but don't get knocked out