I took my kids to the Christmas parade
We went to see Santa and his sleigh
But when the Grand Marshall motored our way
My kids and I started chasing Clay
We were chasing Clay, and his momma Faye
They were making their way in a Mustang motorcade
Forget the parade and Santa's sleigh
We were crashing through the crowd chasing Clay
He smiled and blew my daughter a kiss
And that fulfilled her one Christmas wish
But then she ran ahead through the multitude
And when he waved at her again it was déjà vu
We were chasing Clay, and his momma Faye
Knocked some people down along the way
Forget the parade and Santa's sleigh
We were rollicking through the rabble chasing Clay
I was hurdling past the Raleigh hoi polloi
Looking for my girl and my 2 boys
But the Christmas crowd gave me the cold shoulder
After I decked a grandma with a stroller
We were chasing Clay, and his momma Faye
Dodged a couple of cops along the way
Forget the parade and Santa's sleigh
We were galloping through the gaggle chasing Clay
Now if I had the Good Year dirigible
I could see him but I would feel invisible
Chasing him was not my original plan
But I guess it's just the measure of a fan
We were chasing Clay and his momma Faye
And his big bad beefy bodyguards with his motorcade
Forget the parade and Santa's sleigh
(spoken) well what did you expect?
We couldn‚t just stand there being "idle"!
This ain't the night, this was the day
We were chasing Clay
My 12 year old daughter Hayley is a HUGE Clay Aiken fan. My 7 year old twins, Will and David, also like him. So we went to the parade to see him (and initially to see the parade). When Clay saw Hayley's heart-shaped poster (that read "Clay!) he touched his hand to his heart and blew her a kiss! She nearly melted on the pavement!
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