Santa's Going South

It's freezin' in Chicago

Snowin' in Toronto,

Manhattan ain't too happy baby

It's pourin' rain in San Francisco



Ain't gonna be no white Christmas

Ain't gonna be no reindeer

Ain't gonna be no sleigh bells ringing

Not around here



I'm packing my tank tops

My board shorts and my flip flops

I take the first class non-stop

Down Mexico way.



Yeah, cause Santa's going south for Christmas

Santa's going south this year, yea yea yea

I said Santa's going south for Christmas (this Christmas)

And he won't be back 'til summer's here.



I'm talkin' 'bout jet-skis,

Margaritas and palm trees

Now get me out of this deep freeze

I need eighty five degrees



Yeah, I'm packing my tank tops

My board shorts and my flippity flops

I take the first class non-stop

Down Mexico way.



Yeah, Santa's going south for Christmas

Santa's going south this year, yea yea yea

I said Santa's going south for Christmas (this Christmas)

And he won't be back 'til summer's here.



Now Santa's gettin old, I can't take this much cold (Brrrr!)



I'm packing my old guitar

My board shorts and my good cigar

First class like a rockstar

Down Mexico way.



Yeah, now Santa's going south for Christmas

I said Santa's going south this year, yea yea yea

Santa's going south for Christmas (this Christmas)

And I won't be back 'til summer's here.

I'm tellin' you what

I said I ain't comin' back 'til summer's here, baby

I said I ain't comin' back 'til summer's here.



Merry Christmas everybody!

Feliz Navidad!