Merry Christmas, Santa
Christmas comes this time each year
Well, way up north where the air gets cold
There's a tale about Christmas that we've all been told
And a real famous cat all dressed up in red
And he spends the whole year workin' out on his sled
It's the little Saint Nick
It's the little Saint Nick
Just a little bob sled he calls Little Saint Nick
But she'll walk the toboggan with a four speed stick
She's candy apple red with a ski for a wheel
And when Santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel
It's the little Saint Nick
It's the little Saint Nick
Run, run, reindeer
Run, run, reindeer
Run, run, reindeer
Run, run, reindeer
He don't miss no one
Haulin' through the snow at a frightening speed
With a half a dozen reindeer with the Rudy the lead
He's gotta wear his goggles 'cause the snow really flies
And he's cruisin' every pad with a little surprise
It's the little Saint Nick
It's the little Saint Nick
I don't miss no one
Well, way up north where the air gets cold
There's a tale about Christmas that we've all been told
And a real famous cat all dressed up in red
And he spends the whole year workin' out on his sled
It's the little Saint Nick
It's the little Saint Nick
Merry Christmas, Santa
Christmas comes this time each year
Writer(s): Brian Douglas Wilson, Mike E. Love
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