Jose Croche got run over by a reindeer

Jose Croche got run over by a reindeer
Walking to the dorms Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for we and Triela, we believe.

He'd been drinking too much red wine,
And we'd begged him not to go.
But he forgot his Prosche keys,
And he staggered out the door into the snow.

When they found him Christmas morning,
At the scene of the attack.
He had hoof prints on his forehead,
And incriminating Claus marks on his back.

Jose Croche got run over by a reindeer
Walking to the dorms Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for we and Triela, we believe.

Now we're all so proud of Jean Croche,
He's been taking this so well.
See him in there watching soccer,
Drinking beer and playing cards with Victor Hartmann.

It's not Christmas without Jose Coche.
All the cyborg's dressed in black.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up his gifts or send them back? (send them back!)

Jose Croche got run over by a reindeer
Walking to the dorms Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for we and Triela, we believe.

Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of fig.
And the blue and silver candles,
That would just have matched the buckle in Jose's belt.

I've warned all the cyborgs and handlers.
"You better watch out for yourselves."
They should never give a license,
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.

Jose Croche got run over by a reindeer
Walking to the dorms Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for we and Triela, we believe.