Fourteen feet tall, and glassy and pale, and covered in soot    I don't know who he was or what he was, the question was moot    I laid in bed, too scared to speak, and watched him watch me    There was no sound but the crickets outside and the leaves in the breeze, oh    He lit a cigarette and said, Your chimney's a bitch.    I said, Are you old Santa Claus?    And he said, You wish, yeah yeah yeah yeah    That's when the party started as far as I know    I grabbed a hold of it and never let go    And if I saw it well then maybe it's so    Oh, whoa, etc    Later that year, I swear to god, it happened again, oh    I was out camping with my baby and a couple of friends, oh    As we fell asleep I know I saw a light in the east, oh    Spinning around and changing colors with a weird humming sound, oh    As it got close I felt my sleeping bag rise from the ground, oh    When we woke up I was yards from the fire    Eyes swollen shut, and buried to my waist    That's when the party started as far as I know    I grabbed a hold of it and never let go    And if I saw it well then maybe it's so    Oh, whoa, etc    I know I know I know I know I saw him again    I was out walking my dog and he followed me home, oh    Fourteen feet fall, a pinstripe suit and the same weird shadow, oh    He was outside for several weeks and then he vanished again, oh    I really don't know what to think after twenty-three years    The only real thing I ever learned is: Maybe it is, if it has so appeared    That's when the party started--    I grabbed a hold of it and--    And if I saw it well, then    Oh, whoa, etc