Ho Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum

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 Christmas is more work than fun

He needs a vacation from
Bad decorations and snow
Mr claus 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, his half-frozen 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 rum

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'd like to be Peter Pan
Get out of his long johns
And dance with a sword
Dance with a sword in the sand

Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, kalimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum

Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, kalimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rum

Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be all right
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight

Merry Christmas to all, and to all good night
"He'll be back in a week
Don't worry kiddies!"
"He just needs a break we all need a break"