Sandy Claws lyrics
by Bo Burnham
Aw, it’s plump, old dandy Sandy Claws.
It’s f*ckin’ Daddy Christmas.
How’s it hanging, Sandy Claws
I’m sure Miss Kringle missed us.
I love you, you big dumb sack of sh*t.
Come over whenever, I got the fireplace lit.
I’m f*ckin’ with you!