Lyrics: Mike Love/Brian Wilson
Music: Mike Love/Brian Wilson
One, two
One, two, three
Oh, merry christmas, saint nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Oh yeah (Ooh, ooh)
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
And he spends the whole year workin' out on his sled
It's the little saint nick (Ooh, little saint nick)
It's the little saint nick (Ooh, little saint nick)
Just a little bobsled we call the old saint nick
But she'll walk a toboggan with a four-speed stick
Candy apple red with a ski for a wheel
And when santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel
It's the little saint nick (Ooh, little saint nick)
It's the little saint nick (Ooh, little saint nick)
Run, run, reindeer
Run, run, reindeer
A-run, run, reindeer
Run, run, reindeer
He don't miss no one
And haulin' through the snow at a frightening speed
With a half-a-dozen deer with rudy to lead
He's gotta wear his goggles 'cause the snow really flies
And he's cruisin' every path with a little surprise
It's the little saint nick (Ooh, little saint nick)
It's the little saint nick (Ooh, little saint nick)
Oh, merry christmas, saint nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Oh, merry christmas, saint nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Oh, merry christmas, saint nick
Merry christmas, saint nick
Oh, merry christmas, saint nick
Yeah, merry christmas
Oh yeah
Alright