"Santa got run over by a Boeing,
Flyin' home from our house christmas eve,
You can say there is no such thing as santa,
But as for me and pilots we beleive
He'd been drinkin' too much egg nog,
and we begged him not to go,
But he forgot his medication,
So he flew off into the snow
They found him christmas morning,
Lying on the tarmac,
There were tire marks across his forehead,
and an incriminating 767 on his back
Santa got run over by a Boeing,
Flyin' home from our house christmas eve,
You can say there is no such thing as santa,
But as for me and pilots we beleive
We are all so proud of the pilot,
He's been takin it so well,
See him flying trans con,
Drinking beer and foolin with a flight attendent named Mel,"
Read to the tune of "grandma got run over by a reindeer"