Merry Christmas day
Well way up North where the air gets cold
There's a tale about Christmas that we've all been told
And a real famous guy all dressed up in red
And he spends his whole year working out on the sled
He's a little St Nick
He's a little St Nick
Just a little bobsled, we call it old St Nick
She'll walk a tobogan with a four speed stick
She is candy-apple red with a ski for a wheel
And when Santa gives her gas man, watch her peel
He's a little St. Nick
He's a little St. Nick
Well, he's hauling through the snow with frightening speed
And a half a dozen reindeer with a Rudy to lead
Well, he's gotta wear shades cos the snow really flies
He's crusing every path with a little surprise
He's a little St Nick
He's a little St Nick
Merry Christmas
Christmas comes this time each year
Merry Christmas
Christmas comes this time each year
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Christmas comes this time each year
Merry Christmas
He's a little St Nick, Little St Nick
He's a little St Nick, Little St Nick
He's a little St Nick, Little St Nick
He's a little St Nick, Little St Nick
He's a little St Nick, Little St Nick
He's a little St Nick, Little St Nick
Merry Christmas
• Written by Brian Wilson (~1964) |