Hey Santa! - The Brian Setzer Orchestra, Brian Setzer

Hey Santa!

When are you going to Atlanta?

Can I hitch a ride with you old man?

Cause my gal lives in Dixie land

Santa don’t bring me any toys

Just bring my baby and a bottle of joy

Maybe just a taste for Uncle Roy

We all know Santa is a good ole boy

Could you bring along a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps

Cause the trumpet player is really tops

I got no time for holiday shops

Cause I got a band that’s really hot

Santa don’t bring me any toys

Just bring my baby and a bottle of joy

Maybe just a taste for Uncle Roy

We all know Santa is a good ole boy

Hey Santa!

When are you going to Atlanta?

Can I hitch a ride with you old man?

Cause my gal lives in Dixie land

I don’t want to leave my comfy cozy

But my baby’s lips are hot and rosy

What’s my name now ain’t you nosey

I’d like a little kiss now I supposy

Hot buttered rum, hot buttered rum

Well you hear me holler now you’d better come

Seven come eleven, Seven come eleven

Baby just died and gone to heaven

Hey Santa!

When are you going to Atlanta?

Can I hitch a ride with you old man?

Cause my gal lives in Dixie land

Hey Santa!

When are you going to Atlanta?

Can I hitch a ride with you old man?

Cause my gal lives in Dixie land

All the kiddies tucked inside their beds

Sugar plums dancin' in their heads

The cats all purrin’and the dogs all fed

With this ring I do thee wed

I don’t need nothin' this time around

Just hitch me a ride I’m Atlanta bound

Baby is waiting at the lost and found

Waitin' in a long white wedding gown

Hey Santa!

When are you going to Atlanta?

Can I hitch a ride with you old man?

Cause my gal lives in Dixie land

Hey Santa!

When are you going to Atlanta?

Can I hitch a ride with you old man?

Cause my gal lives in Dixie land