Gone for Christmas (feat. The McCrary Sisters)

I want a massage on a beach,
I want a telescope and money,
And I want you gone for Christmas.
I want a boat, I want a pony,
I want someone new to hold me,
And I want you gone for Christmas.
I want a plane with two pilots,
One to hang out with and one to fly it,
And I want you gone for Christmas.
I want a night, and I want a morning
To sleep in peace and not hear snoring,
And I want you gone for Christmas.
I want a porch, I want a swing,
I wanta be taller than five foot three,
And I want you gone for Christmas.
I want a date with Larry David,
I want Costa Rica or the Caymans,
And I want you gone for Christmas.
I want fifty two weeks paid vacation,
I want to own my own radio station,
And I want you gone for Christmas.