Santa Claus Está Triste

Santa Claus is sad (sad, sad, sad)
He's sad
How sad
Sad, yeah (sad, yeah)
How sad, yeah

Santa Claus is sad
Wearing a droopy hat for a while
The elves see him lost
He looks like a stranger
He's sad
Always carrying his sack with him
Full of bitter reasons
To get off the path
How sad
That no one in the world has seen him
He's having a crisis of nihilism
And now even doubts if he exists
He doesn't want milk or cookies
He wants to grab his bags to leave without saying goodbye

Whoa, whoa
Santa Claus is sad (whoa, whoa)
Santa Claus is sad, yeah (sad, yeah)
He's sad, yeah (sad, yeah)
He's sad

Wearing a droopy hat for a while
The elves see him lost
He looks like a stranger
He's sad
Always carrying his sack with him
Full of bitter reasons
To get off the path, yeah

He's feeling bad and thinks he deserves it
Right now, nothing appeals to him
Repeatedly spends sleepless nights
And a night there lasts about six months
And even if he wants to, he can't disconnect
He thinks about visiting the polar amusement park
But all his friends are too short to enter
And in the end, he rides alone and the rest go to the kiddie park
What a shame, but what a shame
Once again, he has to have cold sushi for dinner
He never grows up at all
In this frozen place
How is he going to keep his reindeer well-fed?
He has to buy them food on Amazon
And on top of that, the delivery guy always gets lost
Not to mention that he's charged a fortune in customs
Santa Claus is not in the mood for this situation

Sad (whoa, whoa)
Santa Claus is sad (whoa, whoa)
Santa Claus is sad, yeah (sad, yeah)
He's sad, yeah (sad, yeah)
He's sad

Wearing a droopy hat for a while
The elves see him lost
He looks like a stranger
He's sad
Always carrying his sack with him
Full of bitter reasons
To get off the path, yeah

He checks the list of children, he has to choose the
Ones who will receive coal
But wouldn't he be the bad one by depriving a child of a gift
Full of excitement?
He looks in the mirror and shouts: I'm not God!
Why do I have to deal with this decision?
How to discern good from evil?
Who am I to judge?
Who am I? Ho, ho, ho, ho

Santa Claus is sad (whoa, whoa)
Santa Claus is sad, yeah (sad, yeah)
He's sad, yeah (sad, yeah)
He's sad

Wearing a droopy hat for a while
The elves see him lost
He looks like a stranger
He's sad
Always carrying his sack with him
Full of bitter reasons
To get off the path, yeah

Ho, ho
Ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho