What’s sadder than a mall Santa with an empty lap?? Nuttin’! Makes me think about missing other companionships….
Smokin’ Joe Pilloud cries out with some smokin’ blues about wanting a little more close-up attention on “Santa’s Lap.” Hey, bay-bee.
Mall World: pedo
Tell me it’s not so! Mall Santa’s touching!!
No Assumption metalicizes the pedophilic tendencies of the giving oldster with their “Mall Santa.” They’ll none of it.
The Buglies dramatize that nasty fiend with booming laughter in “Santa’s Lap Dance.” Excuse me while i go wash. Garage atonal porn.
Not exactly forgivin’, but appreciative, Lil Poverty Angels unload their word jazz electronic rap on “Santa’s a Dirty Old Man.”
Mall World: sex criminal
Could that mall Santa be some kind of evildoer?
Billy Bob Junior seems to be more negligent of sense than criminal when he hollers the redneck epitaph “Hey Y’all, Watch This!” as a rent-a-Santa. As told by Slidawg & The Redneck Ramblers.
Mall World: creep
How bad can mall Santa be? Let’s start at the bottom.
G-Zeus X has a liltin’ folk pop ballad about the “Mall Santa” who wants to come over. But he’s creepin’ me out. What to do?
Cheetah Dave takes a closer look at the 1$ version in his “Outlet Mall Santa.” One eye, but many smells. Fun percussive garage family rock.
Mall World: addict
Mall Santas come in all shapes and sizes: lonely loser, scamming pedo, wasted wannabe… let’s just look at the bad role model.
Ace and the Kid go see the “Mall Santa” much to their dismay. Driving pop punk lists his hygiene problems in colorful detail you can dance to.
Mall World: drunk
Mommy, there’s something wrong with Santa Claus–he’s sweating, swearing, and spewing! Ok, kids, 2003’s ‘Bad Santa’ rocked our ironic socks off as the saint was portrayed by the skunk. But it was only quote-unquote funny because we knew it to be possible. What kinda loser takes THAT job!?
Henry McGoo seems to be “The Second Santa at the Mall.” Garage rock from Honecomb Bunker takes us back to those good old days of glue-sniffin’, gun-totin’ old guys trusted to kids.
“Blotto in the Grotto” is the best illustration of this nightmare. This music-hall brit-pop comedy from Little Timmy Tinsel & The Fairy Lights rollicks a rock-’em sock-’em scene from the department store. Hey, is that Dad?!
Mall World: unwilling
We’ve all seen that photo: the howling kid on Santa’s lap, another ruined (and expensive) photo from the mall.
Michael Gurley takes us there with his cute, comic kids’ song “I Ain’t Gonna Sit on Santa’s Lap.” Aww, he comes around after his tantrum!
Mall World: not him
Worse than finding out that Santa isn’t who the media make him out to be, is finding out that guy in the mall is somebody else altogether.
The Kids get American rock with their punk attitude singing about how “The Santa at the Mall” sounds a lot like their Uncle Paul. Crushing Christmas revelation!
If we’ve learned anything from TV, we know the Bart Simpson terror of discovering it’s dear old dad who’s the “Mall Store Santa.” The Old Salts make it worse with this bluesy rock recounting of the old man perp walked by the cops out of the mall.
Mall World: complaints
Kids may not appreciate the whole sit and wish mall Santa scene. How far do they push?
Krismas Kookies barbershop quartet the list of travails with their “Shopping Mall Santa.” It’s like being fired for malfeasance in a monotone.
The mall under construction is but the first of the troubles for “Steamrolled Mall Santa” by Birthing Stirrups. Punk observations of an absurd corporate season-scape.
Howard Morris returns to his “Department Store Santa (After Xmas).” The same tune, the same tadpoles, but some bitter vinegar for the part-time employee (is he being accused of sex-trafficking?!). Rockabilly country.
Mall World: uninnocent
One of the biggest problems for the mall Santa is keeping up with those crazy kids. The pre-teens wanna be smokin’ and drinkin’, the single digits wanna be too cool for yule, and the toddlers wanna be Kim Jong-Un. Where’s the youthful purity?
Sean Madigan’s “Mall Santa” has gun-toting, broken-family psychos to whisper in his ear with this easy-going rock bopper.
Howard Morris’s “Department Store Santa (Before Xmas)” has to grow up fast in this rockabilly spoken-word comedy 1960 classic.