Santas Going South for Christmas
It's freezin' in Chicago
Snowin' in Toronto
Manhattan ain't too happenin', 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 ringin'
Not around here

I'm packin' my tank tops
My board shorts and my flip flops
I'll take the first class non-stop
Down Mexico way

Yeah, 'cause Santa's going south for Christmas, whoo
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 till summer's here

I'm talkin' 'bout jet-skis
Margaritas and palm trees
Now get me out of this deep freeze
I need 85 degrees
Yes, I'm packing my tank tops
Board shorts and my flip 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 till summer's here

Well now, Santa's gettin old, I can't take this much cold
Brrrr, whoo
Here we go

Yeah, I'm packing my tank tops
My board shorts and my flip flops
I take the first class non-stop
Down Mexico way

Yeah, now Santa's going south for Christmas, whoo
I said Santa's going south this year, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Santa's going south for Christmas, this Christmas
And I won't come back till summer's here

I'm tellin' you what
I said I ain't comin' back till summer's here, baby
One more time
I ain't comin' back till summer's here
Oh yeah
Merry Christmas everybody, haha
Feliz Navidad