Merry Christmas, Sasnty..
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Christmas comes this time each year...
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Wella way up North where the air gets cold
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There's a tale about Christmas that we've all been told
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And a real famous cat all dressed up in red
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And he spends the whole year workin' out on his sled...
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It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick...)
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It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick...)
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Just a little bob sled he calls Little Saint Nick
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But she'll walk the toboggan with a four-speed stick
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She's candy apple red
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with a ski for a wheel
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And when Santa hits the gas
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Man, just watch her peel!
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(Run round reindeer) Run round, Reindeer!
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(Run round reindeer) Run round, Reindeer!
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(Run round reindeer) Run round, Reindeer!
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(Run round reindeer) Run Round, Reindeer!
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don't you miss no one...
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Haulin' through the snow
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at a frightening speed
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With a half a dozen reindeer
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with the Rudy the lead.
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He's gotta wear his goggles
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'Cause the snow really flies
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And he's cruisin' every pad
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With a little surprise.
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It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick...)
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It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick...)
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I don't miss no one...
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Wella way up North where the air gets cold
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There's a tale about Christmas that we've all been told
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And a real famous cat all dressed up in red
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And he spends the whole year workin' out on his sled...
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It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick...)
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It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick...)
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Merry Christmas, Santa!
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Christmas comes this time each year...
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Little Saint Nick
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| Jesse McCartney |
