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 Santa1

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 backroads 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 Santa1

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 Santa1

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