(+) Automatic Starter
And I know (and I know),
what I want (what I want)
And I need (and I need),
what I want (what I want)
Because Santa Clause is coming (coming)
and I've been up all night (all night)
And I know (what I want),
and I want (what I need)
And I need you
in my life tonight (tonight)
Because Santa Clause is coming (coming)
and I've been up all night
Long, before St. Nick's sled hit
the shingles
Before I heard his sleighbells jingle
I was on the black-top heating up (up)
like a microwave
Tongue out, jumping,
I was Michael J
Real white, but hey,
threes had precision so surgical
Nevermind the three inch vertical,
that would come with practice
At least not automatic,
like my need
for a Chicago Starter jacket
Mom got the pitch,
I pleaded my case
I would mow the lawn weekly,
and even keep the peace with Kate
It just had to be the red one, the name,
not the Bulls' head
I wasn't on some copycat bullshit (nope)
You see the clothes made the man,
even at twelve
Six months going crazy,
I needed some help
'Til December came around
and the snow came down
I passed out Christmas Even,
I couldn't throw in the towel, 'cause...
Long before snapbacks were vintage
When snapbacks were called hats,
and brims were bent
And pants were loose, and rap was dope
No offense but I'm old, I remember when
I was eleven in December under snowflakes
My best friend's brother drove me home
When I noticed he was warm in a new coat
I looked up to him, Manute Bol
He worked at Canadian Tire after school so
He had doe to cop new clothes
He bought a Starter jacket,
with the writing
on the back
and I needed that
I looked lame in my green
and black Sears jacket
My mom didn't understand
and said no
You go to school to learn,
not for a fashion show, damn
Santa Clause was my last hope
I pulled out a pen
and pad and wrote,
dear Santa Clause
It's Derek,
fuck the Nintendo games
The Cypress Hill
and the Maestro Fresh tape
My virginity depends
on this Bulls' jacket
And I don't even know
what a virgin is
On the twenty-fifth,
I tore through the wrapping
I got a lot of shit,
but not a Starter jacket
Daddy had a box on his lap
and he opened it
Pulled out the Bulls' jacket
and I almost shit
As he tried it on, arms
through the sleeves
He started laughing and asked me,
does it suit me?
Wait, are you fucking serious?
That's a fucking dick-move dad!