Just fix the damn thing and leave her private life out of it.
Do yourself a favour and hunt up the Eartha Kitt version. It’s delicious.
I really like Eartha Kitt’s version of I’m Getting Nothing For Christmas, where her boyfriends get angry at her for not putting out: “I’m getting nothing for Christmas, my little Jimmy is mad; I’m getting nothing for Christmas, 'cause I didn’t want to be bad.”
Well ya know, there’s nuthin’ like a good spankie!
Ever hear Eartha’s rendition of the dirtiest song ever written, Cole Porter’s “My Heart Belongs to Daddy”? Here’s a sample of the lyrics (keep in mind that “heart” is quite obviously a euphemism for another anatomical term–so is “finnan haddie,” now that I think of it).
If I invite a boy some night
To dine on my fine finnan haddie
I just adore his asking for more
But my heart belongs to Daddy
. . . . . . . . .
There was a dame a football game
Made long for a strong undergraddie.
But I’d never dream of making the team;
My heart belongs to Daddy.
. . . . . . . . .
In some distant, warped aberration of a Universe, I was probably asking for that.
Back on topic, I don’t like anything Eartha Kitt does, but I completely understand that she’s an icon whose work cannot be improved upon by whipper-snappers. There’s a few dames who fit into that category…
Until you’ve seen her command an audience live (time is surely running out, immortal as she seems), withhold judgment.
But only Mary Martin put a naughty little pause in there:
“I just adore his ass - king for more.”
And BTW, Santa Baby is also on Mae West’s Christmas album, *Mae in December. * But of course she was no Eartha Kitt.
And there’s also a TTBB arrangement. My chorus has performed it twice . . . with choreography.