That's When The Party Started - The Dismemberment Plan

Fourteen feet tall, and glassy and pale, and covered in soot

I donâЂ™t know who he was or what he was, the question was moot

I laid in bed, too scared to speak, and watched him watch me

There was no sound but the crickets outside and the leaves in the breeze, oh

He lit a cigarette and said, âЂњYour chimneyâЂ™s a bitch.âЂќ

I said, âЂњAre you old Santa Claus?âЂќ

And he said, âЂњYou wish,âЂќ yeah yeah yeah yeah

ThatâЂ™s when the party started as far as I know

I grabbed a hold of it and never let go

And if I saw it well then maybe itâЂ™s so

Oh, whoa, etcâЂ¦

Later that year, I swear to god, it happened again, oh

I was out camping with my baby and a couple of friends, oh

As we fell asleep I know I saw a light in the east, oh

Spinning around and changing colors with a weird humming sound, oh

As it got close I felt my sleeping bag rise from the ground, oh

When we woke up I was yards from the fire

Eyes swollen shut, and buried to my waist

ThatâЂ™s when the party started as far as I know

I grabbed a hold of it and never let go

And if I saw it well then maybe itâЂ™s so

Oh, whoa, etcâЂ¦

I know I know I know I know I saw him again

I was out walking my dog and he followed me home, oh

Fourteen feet fall, a pinstripe suit and the same weird shadow, oh

He was outside for several weeks and then he vanished again, oh

I really donâЂ™t know what to think after twenty-three years

The only real thing I ever learned is: Maybe it is, if it has so appeared

ThatâЂ™s when the party started--

I grabbed a hold of it and--

And if I saw it well, thenâЂ¦

Oh, whoa, etcâЂ¦