Ho Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Rhum

()Santa's stressed out as the ()near He's been doing the same job now ()years He's got ()pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his ()buns ()hates to admit it, but Christmas is more work than()fun He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow Mr. Claus has escape plans, a secret that only he knows Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams A break from his wife, his half frozen life the elves and that damn reindeer team ()rhum Santa's run ()an He thinks about ()sun Ho Ho ()rhum Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood Just for the weekend he'd like to be Peter Pan Get out his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum Santa's run off to the Caribbean Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum Santa's run off to the Caribbean Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum Santa's run off to the Caribbean A week in the tropics and he'll be all right Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight ()all and to ()night