Lyrics

(Featuring Julie Corsaro)

Tony baby, what’s a gift for the one-percent, who’s no gent?
Not a nice job outta you, Tony baby
So Santa says you’re dead to him now

Tony sweetie, has Bubes bought you more chicken parm? You’re charmed.
Take that doggy bag home, Tony sweetie,
Cause Santa says you’re dead to him now

Think of all the hours you’ve kvetched
Think of all the vile detractors you’ve dispatched
Next year we expect the same
When we tune in to Old Saint Satch

Tony bubala, I know where you’ll be takin’ that drink, the sink
We’ve heard that one all year, Tony baby
And Santa says you’re dead to him now

Parody of "Santa Baby"