Ho Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Rhum

	  		(C)Santa's stressed out as the  
(G)holiday (F)season (G)draws (C)near  
He's been doing the same job now  
(G)going on (F)two (G)thousand (C)years  
He's got (F)pains in his brain  
and chimney scars cover his (G)buns  
(C)He (F)hates to admit it,  
but Christmas is more work than(G)fun  
 
He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow  
Mr. Claus has escape plans, a secret that only he knows  
Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams  
A break from his wife, his half frozen life  
the elves and that damn reindeer team  
 
(C)Ho Ho (F)Ho and a (G)bottle of (C)rhum  
Santa's run (F)off to the (G)Caribbe(C)an  
He thinks about (F)boat drinks and (G)fun in the (C)sun  
Ho Ho (F)Ho and a (G)bottle of (C)rhum  
 
Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good  
He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood  
Just for the weekend he'd like to be Peter Pan  
Get out his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand 
  
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum  
Santa's run off to the Caribbean  
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums  
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum  
 
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum  
Santa's run off to the Caribbean  
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums  
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 
  
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum  
Santa's run off to the Caribbean  
A week in the tropics and he'll be all right  
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight  
 
(C)Merry (F)Christmas to (C)all  
and to (G)all a good (C)night