Many years ago when I married my sweet Sid
I stood at the altar, that’s where I said “I did,”
There beside me stood a boy, a scrawny little kid
But he’s looking more like Santa each day,
Yes, he’s looking more like Santa every day.
He’s grown a little thicker ’round the middle
He’s just a little thinner on top
Suspenders hold his pants up daily
His jowls—now you can see how they’ve dropped.
Yes, I vowed to love him healthy, and I vowed to love him sick.
And you best believe that we’ve been though thin and thick.
After all of our lean years he’s looking like St. Nick,
Yes, he’s looking more like Santa each day,
Yes, he’s looking more like Santa every day.
His eyes are big and black and beady.
His whiskers how they’ve all turned white.
He wears those granny glasses daily--
To help him with his failing sight.
There’s no doubt that Sidney loves me—no doubt that I love him;
But I’ll just have to face it and take it on the chin--
Years ago I must have married Santa’s grumpy twin
‘Cause he’s looking more like Santa each day,
Yes, he’s looking more like Santa every day.
His body shakes like unsettled Jell-O,
It ripples when he lets out a laugh.
He’s more than just the man I married.
He’s more like a man and a half.
Oh, I have a simple theory for what you this it’s worth--
That Sid and his brother were torn apart at birth
They were raised by separate families on distant points on Earth,
’Cause he’s looking more like Santa each day,
Yes, he’s looking more like Santa every day.
Yes, he’s looking more like Santa every day!