I come down the stepsI slip on the iceSanta Claus been lookin’Who’s been naughty, who’s been niceI’m lookin’ for one thing real tonightJesus, he comes up to me, Jesus, he sits downSays take this fuckin’ cross off my back, I’m goin’ downtownI say aw, but ain’t that your uniformHe offers me a tokeSays 2000 years is long enough for this particular jokeHe says I’m lookin’ for one thing real tonightI’m up here singin’ these songs every nightSometimes I wanna just make ’em all up on the spotMaybe they wouldn’t rhyme too good, they might not make senseBut then at least I wouldn’t be repeating myselfI’m lookin’ for one thing real tonightAnd you’re the one I’ve chosenAnd I guess you’ve chosen meLet’s turn off the commercialsLet’s turn off the TVHow well can we get to knowEach other in an hourWe can fight the daylightWe have that powerI’m lookin’ for one thing real tonightVan Gogh sits next to me, with a bucketful of pasteHe rips off my ear and says glue this to my faceI’d like to leave America for someplace where they wouldNot know a word of English and I might be understoodI’m lookin’ for one thing real tonight