Well way up north where the air gets cold
There’s a tale about Christmas
That you’ve all been told
And a real famous cat
all dressed up in red
All he spends all year working out on
his sled.
It’s the Little St. Nick
the Little St. Nick
It’s the Little St. Nick
the Little St. Nick
Just a little bobsled called the Old St. Nick
But she’ll walk a tobbogan with a four speed stick
She’s candy apple red with a ski for a wheel
And when Santa hits the gas just watch her peel
It’s the Little St. Nick
the Little St. Nick
It’s the Little St. Nick
the Little St. Nick
Run Run Reindeer
Run Run Reindeer
Whoaa
Run Run Reindeer
Run Run Reindeer
He don’t miss NO ONE.
And haulin through the snow at a frightening speed
With a half dozen deer with Rudy to lead
He’s got to wear his goggles cause the snow really flies
And he’s cruisin every path with a little surprise
It’s the Little St. Nick
the Little St. Nick
It’s the Little St. Nick
the Little St. Nick
(The Beach Boys)
