Jimmy Buffett

Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near,
He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years,
He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns,
He hates to admit it, but Christmas is more work than 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.
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good,
He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood,
Just for the week-end he'd like to be Peter Pan
Get out of his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand
Chorus:
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
(bridge)
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
(over the drums)
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night