Santa's Going South for Christmas - Sammy Hagar

It’s freezin' in Chicago

Snowin' in Toronto,

Manhattan ain’t too happy baby

It’s pourin' rain in San Francisco

Ain’t gonna be no white Christmas

Ain’t gonna be no reindeer

Ain’t gonna be no sleigh bells ringing

Not around here

I’m packing my tank tops

My board shorts and my flip flops

I take the first class non-stop

Down Mexico way

Yeah, cause Santa’s going south for Christmas

Santa’s going south this year, yeah yeah yeah

I said Santa’s going south for Christmas (this Christmas)

And he won’t be back 'til summer’s here

I’m talkin' 'bout jet-skis

Margaritas and palm trees

Now get me out of this deep freeze

I need eighty five degrees

Yeah, I’m packing my tank tops

My board shorts and my flippity flops

I take the first class non-stop

Down Mexico way

Yeah, Santa’s going south for Christmas

Santa’s going south this year, yeah yeah yeah

I said Santa’s going south for Christmas (this Christmas)

And he won’t be back 'til summer’s here

Now Santa’s gettin old, I can’t take this much cold (Brrrr!)

Here we go

Baby, I’m packing my old guitar

My board shorts and my good cigar

First class like a rockstar

Down Mexico way

Yeah, now Santa’s going south for Christmas

I said Santa’s going south this year, yeah yeah yeah

Santa’s going south for Christmas (this Christmas)

And I won’t be back 'til summer’s here

I’m tellin' you what

I said I ain’t comin' back 'til summer’s here, baby

One more time

I said I ain’t comin' back 'til summer’s here

Oh, yeah!

Merry Christmas everybody!

Feliz Navidad!

(Brrrr!)