Santa’s Going South for Christmas

It's freezing in Chicago
Snowing in Toronto
Manhattan ain't too happenin', 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 ringin'
Not around here
I'm back in my tank tops
My board shorts and my flip-flops
I'll take a first class non-stop
Down Mexico way, yeah
'Cause Santa's going south for Christmas
Santa's going south this year
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
Yes, I'm back in my tank tops
Board shorts and my flip-flops
I'll take a first class non-stop
Down Mexico way, yeah
Santa's going south for Christmas
Santa's going south this year
I said Santa's going south for Christmas, this Christmas
And he won't be back 'til summer's here
Well, now Santa's getting old
I can't take this much cold
Baby, I'm back in my flip-flops
My board shorts and my tank tops
I'll take a first class non-stop
Down Mexico way, yeah
Now Santa's going south for Christmas
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 '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 ain't coming back 'til summer's here
Oh yeah, Merry Christmas, everybody
Feliz Navidad