Hey, Mister Santa How's it looking? That thirty-two waistline You better get cooking We need a big Santa It's almost Christmas time
First stop, we gotta get to Chicago The secret to the pizza there is in the dough Italian beef with giardiniera hot and sweet Pop a Polish sausage on Maxwell Street Windy City popping corn with caramel and cheese Adds a couple notches to his belt with ease
We gotta get some gumbo in N-O-L-A Santa needs a pot of crawfish étouffée Andouille and jambalaya, Santa don't stop A fried oyster po'boy and a nice Lagniappe Fill him up with beignets and a box of pralines We'll get his red britches busting at the seams
Hey, Mister Santa How's it looking? That forty-two waistline You better get cooking We need a big Santa It's almost Christmas time
I never though I'd see a skinny Old Saint Nick It's mid-December Santa, better bulk up quick Hit up every donut shop, a hundred dozen That's just enough to keep the big man running
Hey, Mister Santa How's it looking? That fifty-two waistline You better get cooking We need a big Santa It's almost Christmas time
Beat it down low over Memphis-town Find his favorite barbeque and pass it around Biscuits, grits and gravy and some chow-chow too Fried green tomatoes for the reindeer crew Chicken wings, mac-and-cheese, some buttermilk pie Puts the old sparkle back in Santa's eye
Hey, Big Santa How's it looking? That ninety-nine waistline You better get cooking We got a big Santa It's almost Christmas timeX3Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
