(C)Santa's stressed out as the
(G)holiday (F)season (G)draws (C)near
He's been doing the same job now
(G)going on (F)two (G)thousand (C)years
He's got (F)pains in his brain
and chimney scars cover his (G)buns
(C)He (F)hates to admit it,
but Christmas is more work than(G)fun
He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow
Mr. Claus has escape plans, a secret that only he knows
Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams
A break from his wife, his half frozen life
the elves and that damn reindeer team
(C)Ho Ho (F)Ho and a (G)bottle of (C)rhum
Santa's run (F)off to the (G)Caribbe(C)an
He thinks about (F)boat drinks and (G)fun in the (C)sun
Ho Ho (F)Ho and a (G)bottle of (C)rhum
Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good
He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood
Just for the weekend he'd like to be Peter Pan
Get out his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be all right
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight
(C)Merry (F)Christmas to (C)all
and to (G)all a good (C)night