Jay Brannan - Dear santa

Dear ^EbmSanta, the ^Bbthing is this ^Byear has been ^Ablame It ^Ebmalways seemed, I ^Bbalways dreamed by ^Bnow I'd have someone ^Bbelse's last ^Ebmname Way past ^Bbgrown, sleeping ^Bin a shrunken ^Abbed ^EbmAll al^Bbone, unless you ^Bcount the squatters ^Bbtearing up my ^Ebmhead

Tried so hard ^Bbto be ^Bgood all year ^Ablong And ^Ebmwe are all in^Bbherently ^Bbad, Anne Frank^Bb had it wrong

^EbmSanta, oh ^BbSanta, ^Bwhere were you last ^Abnight? ^EbmI asked for ^Bbnothing, I ^Beven left some ^Bbcookies right ^EbmBy the open window, ^BbI don't have a chimney, ^Bjust a heart of gold, you ^Absee ^EbmImagine my surprise that ^Bbnot even ^Bsanta wants ^Bbcookies from me

Dear ^EbmSanta, could ^Bbyou use a ^B6 foot 1 ^Abelf? I'm sick of ^Ebmtaking stock from this ^Bbwidow's walk, up here ^Bsearching for my^Bbself ^EbmIs there any ^Bbway I could ^Bhop aboard your^Ab sleigh? ^EbmTake a holi^Bbday, leave the ^Bwork to me, your ^Bbred-nosed blue jay

^EbmWhen people say the ^Bbjoy you bring's a ^Bchildren's thing, ^Abdoes it sting? ^Ebm'Cause I will ring silver ^Bbbells and sing you're as ^Breal as Martin^Bb Luther King

^EbmChocolate chip,^Bb oatmeal raisin, ^Bgingerbread ^Abtoo. ^EbmA full selection^Bb from my convection^B in little shapes ^Bbof you ^EbmFree flowing ^BbHo-Ho-ing's a ^Blot for one man's ^Abjaws ^EbmIf you're feeling brittle,^Bb I can bake a little M^Brs. for your C^Bblaus