Heart — Santas Going South

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, yea yea yea 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 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 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!) I'm packing my old guitar My board shorts and my good cigar First class like a rock star Down Mexico way Yeah, now Santa's going south for Christmas I said Santa's going south this year, yea yea yea Santa's going south for Christmas (this Christmas) And I won't be back 'til summer's here I said I ain't comin' back 'til summer's here...