Oh Santa, won’t your bring me
A horsey that bends
My friends all ride warmbloods
I must make amends
I practice my leg yields
Each evening ’til ten

Oh Santa, won’t you bring me
A horsey that bends
Oh Santa, won’t you bring me
A horse that won’t buck

I’m tired of trying
To land standing up
I spend all my time
Brushing dirt off my butt

Oh Santa, won’t you bring me
A horse that won’t buck

Oh Santa, won’t you bring me
A horse that won’t bite
I count all my fingers
And toes every night
I feel like a carrot
When I’m in his sight

Oh Santa, won’t you bring me
A horse that won’t bite

Oh Santa, won’t you bring me
A horse that stays clean
I brush him, I groom him,
I’ve considered chlorine
His color’s too chestnut
For a horse with gray genes

Oh Santa, won’t you bring me
A horse that stays clean

Oh Santa, won’t you bring me
A horse with some guts
This spooking and shying
Is driving me nuts
And while you’re at it
Make me less of a klutz
Oh Santa, won’t you bring me
A horse with some guts

Oh Santa, won’t you give him
Some hindquarter drive
This horse is sooo lazy
Not sure he’s alive
We bend and we circle
’til way, way past five

Oh santa, won’t you give him
Some hindquarter drive

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