From Coney Island to The Sunset Strip
Somebody’s gonna make a happy trip
Tonight, while the moon is bright
He’s gonna have a bag of crazy toys
To give the gonest of the girls and boys
So dig, Santa comes on big
He’ll come a callin’ when the snow’s the most
When all you cats are sleepin’ warm as toast
And you’re gonna flip when Old Saint Nick
Takes a lick on a peppermint stick
He’ll come a flyin’ from a higher place
And fill the stockings by the fireplace
So you’ll have a Yule that’s cool
(Play it Santa! Ahhh, that’s nice!)
Yeah, from Coney Island to The Sunset Strip
Somebody’s gonna make a happy trip
Tonight, while the moon is bright
Behind a reindeer with a blinkin’ nose,
He’s lookin’ groovy in his same ol’ clothes
He’s red–in his suped-up sled
He’s on a mission and he will not shirk
Down the chimney, yeah, he gets to work
That Mr. C is H-O-T,
Santa won’t you light my Christmas tree?
He’ll come a flyin’ from a higher place
And fill the stockings by the fireplace
So you’ll have a Yule that’s cool
Have a Yule that’s cool, ya’ll!
