| It’s freezin' in Chicago
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| Snowin' in Toronto,
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| Manhattan ain’t too happy baby
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| It’s pourin' rain in San Francisco
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| Ain’t gonna be no white Christmas
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| Ain’t gonna be no reindeer
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| Ain’t gonna be no sleigh bells ringing
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| Not around here
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| I’m packing my tank tops
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| My board shorts and my flip flops
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| I take the first class non-stop
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| Down Mexico way.
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| Yeah, cause Santa’s going south for Christmas
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| Santa’s going south this year, yea yea yea
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| I said Santa’s going south for Christmas (this Christmas)
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| And he won’t be back 'til summer’s here.
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| I’m talkin' 'bout jet-skis,
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| Margaritas and palm trees
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| Now get me out of this deep freeze
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| eighty five degrees
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| Yeah, I’m packing my tank tops
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| My board shorts and my flippity flops
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| I take the first class non-stop
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| Down Mexico way.
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| Yeah, Santa’s going south for Christmas
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| Santa’s going south this year,
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| I said Santa’s going south for Christmas (this Christmas)
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| And he won’t be back 'til summer’s here.
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| Now Santa’s gettin old, I can’t take this much cold (Brrrr!)
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| I’m packing my old guitar
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| My board shorts and my good cigar
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| First class like a rockstar
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| Down Mexico way.
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| Yeah, now Santa’s going south for Christmas
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| I said Santa’s going south this year, yea yea yea
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| Santa’s going south for Christmas (this Christmas)
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| And I won’t be back 'til summer’s here.
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| I said I ain’t comin' back 'til summer’s here… |