Well, way up North where the air gets cold you'll find the Saint Nick
There's a tale about Christmas that you've all been told about Saint Nick
He's a real famous cat all dressed up in red
And he spends the whole year workin' out in his sled
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick
Just a little bobsled, we call it old Saint Nick, oh, little Saint Nick
But she'll walk a toboggan with a four speed stick, oh, little Saint Nick
She's candy apple red with a ski for a wheel
And when Santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick
It's got the naugahyde bucket seats with chrome on the rail
And the deers honkin' on and really make Santa sail
And cuties, don't you worry, he's a real cool head
And I've been told that he don't miss no one
Haulin' through the snow at a frightening speed
The little Saint Nick
With a half a dozen deer with Rudy to lead
The little Saint Nick
He's gotta wear his goggles 'cause the snow really flies
And he's cruisin' every pad with a little surprise
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick
