Santas Got A Zoot Suit

Santa’s get grimey. he’s feeling tired of feeling slimy 
Sliding down that chimney flue
He’s filled with soot, All over his boots
His body’s getting black and blue
He’s had his fill, of fireplace grills
Filled with smoke and ash
His soot filled suit is destitute
And he’s getting a big old rash

Oooh Santa is changing his threads
Oooh He’s strutting out/ his his new suits turning heads

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Santas got a zoot suit/ A real cool cat
Santas got a zoot suit/ he’s where it’s at
Santas got a zoot suit/ Look at that
Man St Nick’s got style

Now all the hip chicks, watch old St Nick
Streaking across the skies
His boots are leather, his coats all-weather
He’s totally accesorized
His reinderr jive as Santa flies
His new Mercedes sleigh
Merry Christmas boys, he’s delivered the toys
And now it’s time to play

Oooh Santa is hitting the stage
Oooh He’s looking fine/ his thread’s (outfit’s) are all the rage

Oh my the reindeers all are thumping
Santa is in a groove he’s got the whole joint jumping

In snow or sleet he steers his fleet
Through the densest fogg
He’s got the knack for eating snacks
and chugging down egg nogg
But though he’s stuffed he’s got enough
To really cut a rug
So if you can check out the man
And watch him jitterbug

Oooh Santa is hitting the stage
Oooh He’s looking fine/ his thread’s  are all the rage

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