As I fell asleep it started to rain
And soon I was dreaming of Johnny Fontane
My daughters love horses, maybe that's why
My dreams turned to nightmares about that Godfather guy.
I started to question my Christmas gift choices
Was I still sleeping? Or did I hear voices?
A round-shaped stranger appeared all alone
Not Santa Claus, but Don Corleone.
"Listen," he whispered. "This is over the top."
"Their pony obsession has just got to stop."
"You hear me? Capisce? Yeah, I 'm talking to youze..."