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 doing 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
Working 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 Santa1
Just killing 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 backroads well
He didn't pay no attention to the maps on his cell
I never got a chance to tell him I was writing this song
He dropped me off and in a dash he was gone

Santa spends his summers in Virginia Beach
Working 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 Santa1
Just killing 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
Working 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 Santa1
Just killing 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