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Little Saint Nick

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Oooh, Merry Christmas baby

Well a way up North where the air gets cold, There's a tale about Christmas that we've all been told. And a real famouse guy all the stuff in the ------. And he spends his whole year working out on his sled.

He's the little Saint Nick. Ooooh, little Saint Nick. He's the little Saint Nick. Oooooh, little Saint Nick.

Just a little bobsled we call it Old Saint Nick, And she'll walk a tobagan with a four speed stick. She's candy apple red with a ski for a wheel, And when Santa gives her gas man watch her peel.

She's the little Saint Nick. Ooooh, little Saint Nick. He's the little Saint Nick. Oooooh, little Saint Nick.

Run, run reindeer (run run run run) Run, run reindeer Run, run reindeer (run run run run) Run, run reindeer Don't miss no one

Well he's haulin' through the snow with frightening speed, And a half a dozen reindeer with Rudy to lead. Well he's got to wear shades 'cause the snow really flies, 'Cause he's cruisin' all the paths with a little surprise.

He's the little Saint Nick. He's the little Saint Nick.

Wa wa wa Merry Christmas

Christmas comes this time each year (merry christmas). Christmas comes this time each year (Merry Christmas).


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