(Parody song four of seven from the nonexistent, but soon to come out 🤞🏼 album "Naughty Kid Lane: The Ballad of the New Santa")
(To the tune of "Frosty the Snowman")
Nasty Nick, the naughty kid, was a pain throughout the year,
He had a coal-black heart and two big ears, and a permanent, smug sneer.
Nasty Nick, the naughty kid, is a legend, I've been told,
He was thrown in Santa's sack one night, but he was much too bold!
There must have been some magic in that old lock-pick he found,
For when he slipped it from his shoe, he began to look around.
Oh, Nasty Nick, the naughty kid, was as sly as he could be,
And the other kids all said, "How can we get out and be free?"
He led them on a great escape, right from that burlap sack,
He said, "Let's run, we'll have some fun, and we're not coming back!"
Thumpity-thump-thump,
Thumpity-thump-thump,
Look at Nasty go!
Thumpity-thump-thump,
Thumpity-thump-thump,
Over the Christmas snow!
Nasty Nick, the naughty kid, knew the sun was not his friend,
'Cause Santa would be after him, right up until the end.
So he said, "Santa's coming, but we've got a plan, you see!"
"We'll hide out in the workshop and we'll set the reindeer free!"
He waved goodbye, saying, "Don't you cry, I'll be back on Christmas Day!"
(To steal all of the presents and then make a getaway!)
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
(Parody song four of seven from the nonexistent, but soon to come out 🤞🏼 album "Naughty Kid Lane: The Ballad of the New Santa")
(To the tune of "Frosty the Snowman")
Nasty Nick, the naughty kid, was a pain throughout the year,
He had a coal-black heart and two big ears, and a permanent, smug sneer.
Nasty Nick, the naughty kid, is a legend, I've been told,
He was thrown in Santa's sack one night, but he was much too bold!
There must have been some magic in that old lock-pick he found,
For when he slipped it from his shoe, he began to look around.
Oh, Nasty Nick, the naughty kid, was as sly as he could be,
And the other kids all said, "How can we get out and be free?"
He led them on a great escape, right from that burlap sack,
He said, "Let's run, we'll have some fun, and we're not coming back!"
Thumpity-thump-thump,
Thumpity-thump-thump,
Look at Nasty go!
Thumpity-thump-thump,
Thumpity-thump-thump,
Over the Christmas snow!
Nasty Nick, the naughty kid, knew the sun was not his friend,
'Cause Santa would be after him, right up until the end.
So he said, "Santa's coming, but we've got a plan, you see!"
"We'll hide out in the workshop and we'll set the reindeer free!"
He waved goodbye, saying, "Don't you cry, I'll be back on Christmas Day!"
(To steal all of the presents and then make a getaway!)
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