Hey Skinny Santa!

Hey, Mister Santa,

How's it lookin'?

That thirty-two 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 giardiniera hot and sweet

Pop a Polish sausage on Maxwell Street

Windy City poppin' 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

A fried oyster po'boy and a nice Lagniappe

Fill him up with beignets and a box of pralines

We'll get his red britches bustin' at the seams

Hey, Mister Santa,

How's it lookin'?

That forty-two 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 runnin'

Hey, Mister Santa,

How's it lookin'?

That fifty-two 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 barbeque 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 lookin'?

That ninety-nine 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