christmas in women's underwear

Driving to my aunts' for Christmas Eve dinner a few years a go, I heard the beginning of a familiar Christmas song playing on the radio, but when the vocal began, I realized that the words were different and the song was a parody of Winter Wonderland with a crossdressing theme.

The parody was called Walking Around In Women's Underwear and it was performed by Bob Rivers. I tried to find a copy of the recording to no avail. A year later, I heard the song again, but I still could not find it.

I forgot about the song until yesterday when I heard Winter Wonderland on the radio. So, I searched the Internet, found the lyrics and discovered the recording was available from on a Bob Rivers' CD titled "I Am Santa Claus."

Here are the lyrics:

Walking Around In Women's Underwear

(Sung to the tune of Winter Wonderland)

Lacy things, the wife is missing.
Didn't ask, for her permission,
I'm wearing her clothes,
Her silk panty hose,
Walking around in women's underwear.

In the store, there's a teddy,
With little straps, like spaghetti,
It holds me so tight,
Like handcuffs at night,
Walking around in women's underwear.

In the office there's a guy named Melvin,
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown,
He'll say "Are you ready?"
I'll say, "Whoa man! Lets wait until the wife is out of town."

Later on, if you wanna,
We can dress, like Madonna.
Put on some eyeshade, and join the parade,
Walking around in women's underwear.

Lacy things, missing,
Didn't ask, permission,
Wearing her clothes, silk pantyhose,
Walking around in women's underwear,
Walking around in women's underwear,
Walking around in women's underwear...

When I heard Walking Around In Women's Underwear the first time, I was inspired to write my own Christmas song parody. Mine is called Miss Staci's Song and it is sung to the tune The Christmas Song (Nat King Cole's big Christmas hit). Here are the lyrics:

Miss Stana's Song

(Sung to the tune of The Christmas Song)

Breast forms resting in my Wonderbra,
Corset nipping at my waist,
Lacy garters attached to sheer hose,
My knee-high leather boots are laced.

Everybody knows a mini-skirt and low-cut blouse,
Help to make my look complete,
Tiny teats taped together so close
Make cleavage possible for me.

They know that Stana's on her way,
She's loaded lots of thick beard cover on today,
And ev'ry mother's child is gonna look
To see if Stana really knows how to tuck.

And so, I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two,
Altho' it's been said many times, many ways,
"I'm a tranny, what's it to you!"