Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near

He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years

He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns

He hates to admit it, but Xmas is more work than fun



He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow

Mr. Claus has a has escape plans, a secret that only he knows

Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams

A break from his wife, half-frozen in life

The elves and that damn reindeer team



Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

Santa's run off to the Caribbean

He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun]

Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum



Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good

He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood

Just for the weekend he's like to be Peter Pan

Get out of his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand



Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum

Snata's off to the Caribbean

Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums

Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum



Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum

Santa's off to the Caribbean

A week in the tropics and he'll be alright

Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight



Merry Christmas to all and to all good night