(lyrics by Jimmy Buffett & Ross Kunkel-
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music by Jimmy Buffett Roger Guth & Peter Mayer)
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Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near
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He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years
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He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns
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He hates to admit it, but Christmas is more work than fun
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He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow
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Mr. Claus has escape plans, a secret that only he knows
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Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams
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A break from his wife, his half frozen life
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the elves and that damn reindeer team
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Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
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Santa's run off to the Caribbean
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He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun
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Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
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Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good
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He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood
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Just for the weekend he'd like to be Peter Pan
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Get out his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand
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Chorus:
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Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
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Santa's run off to the Caribbean
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Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
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Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
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(Bridge)
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Chorus:
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Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
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Santa's run off to the Caribbean
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Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
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Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
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Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
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Santa's run off to the Caribbean
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A week in the tropics and he'll be all right
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Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight
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(over the drums)
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Merry Christmas to all, and to all... good night.
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HO HO HO AND A BOTTLE OF RHUM
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| Jimmy Buffett |
