Lyrics Brian Wilson

Brian Wilson

Little Saint Nick

Merry Christmas Santa

Christmas comes this time each year

Oh oh

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 in his sled

It's the little Saint Nick

Oh, little Saint Nick

It's the little Saint Nick

Oh, little Saint Nick

Just a little bobsled we call it Old Saint Nick

It's a rockin' toboggan with a four speed stick

She's candy apple red with a ski fro a wheel

And when Santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel.

It's the little Saint Nick

Oh, little Saint Nick

It's the little Saint Nick

Oh, little Saint Nick

Run run reindeer

Run run reindeer

Whoa

Run run reindeer

Run run reindeer

He don't miss no one

Well hes cruisin' through the snow at a frightnin' speed,

With a half a dozen deer and a Rudy to lead,

Hes gotta wear his goggles cos the snow really flies

And he's cruisin' every pad with a little surprise

It's the little Saint Nick

Oh, little Saint Nick

It's the little Saint Nick

Oh, little Saint Nick

Ah

Oh

Merry Christmas Santa

Christmas comes this time each year

Ah

Oh

Merry Christmas Santa

Christmas comes this time each year

Ah

Oh

Merry Christmas St Nick

Christmas comes this time each year