Little Saint Nick

Song: Brian Wilson @ wiki, Mike Love.

midi

Oooooh, Merry Christmas, Saint Nick.
Christmas comes this time each year.

Oooooh, Oooooh,
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.
Ooooh, Little Saint Nick.
It’s the Little Saint Nick.
Ooooh, Little Saint Nick.

Just a little bobsled, we call it Old Saint Nick,
But she’ll walk a toboggan with a four speed stick.
She’s 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.
Ooooh, Little Saint Nick.
It’s the Little Saint Nick.
Ooooh, Little Saint 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 fright’nin’ 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’ ev’ry pad with a little surprise.

It’s the Little Saint Nick.
Ooooh, Little Saint Nick.
It’s the Little Saint Nick.
Ooooh, Little Saint Nick.

Ahhhh, Ooooo, Merry Christmas, Saint Nick.
Christmas comes this time each year.
Ahhhh, Ooooo, Merry Christmas, Saint Nick.
Christmas comes this time each year.
Ahhhh, Ooooo, Merry Christmas, Saint Nick.
Christmas comes this time each year.