Story Behind The Song

Most Christmas music is bad. So, why not make it even badder?

Song Description

The horror of two little kids who discover what Santa is really like

Lyrics

Reindeer Wieners
© 2011 Bruce Mills (SOCAN BMI)

I was walking in the woods with my sister
On a cold and clear and starry Christmas Eve
We were telling little merry Christmas stories
The moon was shining silver through the trees

Our feet were getting kind of sore and chilly
But we made our way along the winding road
When up ahead we heard a loud commotion
And came across a place no one should go

Chorus
We saw Santa cooking reindeer wieners
On a great big fire he made from children's toys
All the elves were drinking pickled eggnog
And Mrs Claus was singing Ode to Joy

Rudolph did not look like he was happy
His big red nose was turning green and blue
And we heard Dasher say to him quite frankly,
Rudolph, that hotdog looks like you

My sister looked at me and said dear brother
We should be home with sugar plums in bed
Instead of seeing Oscar Meyer reindeers
Dancing through our pretty little heads

Now every Christmas Eve we remember
What we saw that night with our own eyes
The doctor says my sister might recover
But now I've got a thing for chubby guys

Chorus
We saw Santa cooking reindeer wieners
On a big old fire he made from children's toys
All the elves were drinking pickled eggnog
And Mrs Claus was singing Ode to Joy

Rudolph did not look like he was happy
His big red nose was turning green and blue
And we heard Dasher say to him quite frankly,
Rudolph, that hotdog looks like you
Rudolph, that hotdog looks like you
Rudolph, that hotdog looks like you