Santa Claus Was My Uber Driver

Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night Picked me up at the airport after a flight Had his red velvet hat on the dash Big white beard, black boot on the gas I asked him, "Hey man, what're you doin' here? How's Mrs. Claus and all the reindeer?" He said, "Aww, they're all good back at the house I just get a little stir-crazy and I just gotta get out" Santa spends his summers in Virginia Beach Workin' late 'cause he spends all day with his feet In the sand, cold beer in his hand Playing rock 'n' roll drums in a '90s cover band His license plate read "Santa one" Just killin' time 'til December comes I couldn't make this up if I tried But Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night Well, you know Oh, Santa seemed like he knew the back roads well He didn't pay no attention to the maps on his cell I never got a chance to tell him I was writin' this song He dropped me off and in a dash, he was gone Santa spends his summers in Virginia Beach Workin' late 'cause he spends all day with his feet In the sand, cold beer in his hand Playing rock 'n' roll drums in a '90s cover band His license plate read "Santa one" Just killin' time 'til December comes I couldn't make this up if I tried But Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night Yeah, I swear he was real, and it all wasn't just in my mind Yeah, freaking Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night I know, right? Santa spends his summers in Virginia Beach Workin' late 'cause he spends all day with his feet In the sand, cold beer in his hand Playing rock 'n' roll drums in a '90s cover band His license plate read "Santa one" Just killin' time 'til December comes I couldn't make this up if I tried But Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night Man, talk about a five-star ride Yeah, Santa Claus was my Uber driver last night