Santa's Going South For Christmas

It's freezing in Chicago
Snowing in Toronto,
Manhattan ain't too happy baby
It's pouring 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, yeah yeah yeah
I said Santa's going south for Christmas (this Christmas)
And he won't be back 'til summer's here

I'm talking '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, yeah yeah yeah
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!)

Here we go

Baby, 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, yeah yeah yeah
Santa's going south for Christmas (this Christmas)
And I won't be back 'til summer's here
I'm telling you what
I said I ain't coming back 'til summer's here, baby
One more time
I said I ain't coming back 'til summer's here

Oh, yeah!
Merry Christmas everybody!
Feliz Navidad! (Brrrr!)