Lyrics Santa Claus Was My Uber Driver - Lee Brice

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 doin' 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
Workin' 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 "Santa One"
Just killin' 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 back roads well
He didn't pay no attention to the maps on his cell
I never got a chance to tell him I was writin' this song
He dropped me off and in a dash, he was gone

Santa spends his summers in Virginia Beach
Workin' 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 "Santa One"
Just killin' 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
Workin' 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 "Santa One"
Just killin' 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