Lyrics Hey Skinny Santa! - JD McPherson

Hey Skinny Santa!

Hey, Mister Santa
How’s it lookin'?
That thirty-two waistline
You better get cookin'
We need a big Santa
It’s almost Christmas time
First stop, we gotta get to Chicago
The secret to the pizza there is in the dough
Italian beef with giardiniera hot and sweet
Pop a Polish sausage on Maxwell Street
Windy City poppin' corn with caramel and cheese
Adds a couple notches to his belt with ease
We gotta get some gumbo in N-O-L-A
Santa needs a pot of crawfish étouffée
Andouille and jambalaya, Santa don’t stop
A fried oyster po’boy and a nice Lagniappe
Fill him up with beignets and a box of pralines
We’ll get his red britches bustin' at the seams
Hey, Mister Santa
How’s it lookin'?
That forty-two waistline
You better get cookin'
We need a big Santa
It’s almost Christmas time
I never though I’d see a skinny Old Saint Nick
It’s mid-December Santa, better bulk up quick
Hit up every donut shop, a hundred dozen
That’s just enough to keep the big man runnin'
Hey, Mister Santa
How’s it lookin'?
That fifty-two waistline
You better get cookin'
We need a big Santa
It’s almost Christmas time
Beat it down low over Memphis-town
Find his favorite barbeque and pass it around
Biscuits, grits and gravy and some chow-chow too
Fried green tomatoes for the reindeer crew
Chicken wings, mac-and-cheese, some buttermilk pie
Puts the old sparkle back in Santa’s eye
Hey, Big Santa
How’s it lookin'?
That ninety-nine waistline
You better get cookin'
We got a big Santa
It’s almost Christmas time
It’s almost Christmas time
It’s almost Christmas time