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.
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