Lyrics

[Chorus 1] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus 2] 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 [Bridge] I never though 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' [Chorus 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus 4] 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