Buchanan & Goodman – Santa & The Satellite lyrics

Here is a news bulletin
Santa Claus has been kidnapped
By spacemen from a flying saucer
Which landed at the North pole

Be on the lookout for Santa Claus
Last seen wearing

(Black slacks, black slacks)

We take you now to the White House
For an interview with the President

Mr. President, Mr. President

(I hear you knocking
But you can't come in)

Mr. President
Have you a word on the
Santa Claus kidnapping

(Woow)

We have just received
A report from the fbi
Santa has been taken to a
Satellite circling the Earth
We take you now to the satellite

This is John Cameron Cameron
Downtown Sputnik
We are here in the Sputnik jail
With Santa Claus

Wait, what's that sound
The satellite men are
Coming this way

(Oh, oh, oh, oh...)

I think the King of Sputnik
Is about to speak

(All I want for Christmas
Is my two front teeth)

Santa, have you anything to say
To the satellite men

(Come on and do the
Jailhouse rock with me
Let's rock)

Santa (everybody, let's rock)
Santa, Santa
I know how you can escape
Disguised as Elvis Presley

Uh oh, looks
Like we've been spotted
We return you now to Earth

We're now at the North Pole
Where a rocket is being launched
To catch the satellite
And rescue Santa

Control tower to rocket
Prepare to blast off

(Awww, let's go)

Will the rocket be successful
Will Santa be rescued
Turn the record over
And find out

The rocket sent to rescue
Santa Claus has failed
With sadness
The President speaks

(Holy mackeral)

The Secretary of State
Has this statement

(Our goose is cooked
Our reputation is shot)

In Londen at
A meeting of Parliament
Your Majesty, have you a
Statement to make on
This terrible tragedy

(Goodness gracious)

We take you now to Moscow
We're here with the
Premier of Russia
Comrade, the rocket has failed
What do we do now

(Come back tomorrow
And try it again)

Here is a report from Tokyo
This is Radio Tokyo
The Imperial Government
Has this message

(Ooh, la la)

Meanwhile, back on the satellite

(Oh, oh, oh, oh...)

This is John Cameron Cameron
Downtown Sputnik
The satellite men are closing in
We can hear them outside saying

(Let me in or else
I'll beat down your door)

Santa has just escaped
Through the chimney
Disguised as Elvis
We return you now to Earth

If you should look up at
The sky this Christmas Eve
And and see a flying saucer
Pulling eight reindeer
Chances are, it's Santa Claus

Merry Christmas, Earth people