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{Verse 1}
I found the brains of Santa Claus
Underneath my bed
They were in a pickle jar
I wonder if he's dead
Oh, they smell like dried up tuna
And look more grey than red
I found the brains of Santa Claus
I'll bet you that he's dead
{Chorus}
Yes, he still may have a jelly belly
And a big white bushy beard (ho, ho, ho!)
But without that grey stuff in his head
He would act kind of weird
{Verse 2}
I found the brains of Santa Claus
His wife may want them back
I'd send them to her C.O.D
The zip code's all I lack
They really aren't much use to me
'Cept serve them as a snack
I found the brains of Santa Claus
It's strange, but it's a fact
{Chorus}
Yes, he still may have a jelly belly
And a big white bushy beard (ho, ho, ho!)
But without that grey stuff in his head
He would act kind of weird
{Verse 3}
I found the brains of Santa Claus
Underneath my bed
They were in a pickle jar
I wonder if he's dead
Oh, they smell like dried up tuna
And look more grey than red
Yes! I found the brains of Santa Clauuuuus
I hope he isn't deaaaaaaaad
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