Hey Skinny Santa!

Hey Mister Santa, how's it looking? That 32 waistline You better get cookin' We need a big Santa It's almost Christmas time First stop we gotta get to Chicago The secret to the pizza there is in the dough Italian beef with "giardinar-y" hot and sweet Pop a Polish sausage on Maxwell Street Windy City popping' corn with caramel and cheese Adds a couple notches to his belt with ease We gotta get some gumbo in N.O.L.A. Santa needs a pot of crawfish étouffée Andouille and jambalaya, Santa don't stop Fried oyster po' boy and a nice lagniappe Fill him up with beignets and a box of pralines We'll get his red britches busting at the seams Hey Mister Santa, how's it looking? That 42 waistline You better get cookin' We need a big Santa It's almost Christmas time I never thought I'd see a skinny old Saint Nick It's mid-December Santa, better bulk up quick Hit up every donut shop, a hundred dozen That's just enough to keep the big man running Hey Mister Santa, how's it looking? That 52 waistline You better get cookin' We need a big Santa It's almost Christmas time Beat it down low over Memphis town Find his favorite BBQ and pass it around Biscuits, grits and gravy and some chow-chow too Fried green tomatoes for the reindeer crew Chicken wings, mac and cheese, some buttermilk pie Puts the old sparkle back in Santa's eye Hey big Santa, how's it looking? That 99 waistline You better get cookin' We got a big Santa It's almost Christmas time It's almost Christmas time It's almost Christmas time