Santa Baby

By Paul Fleming

Santa baby, just slip a GPS under the tree, for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, a super fast sled too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Think of all the fun that I've missed
Think of all the sailors I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo

Santa baby, I want a mega yacht and really that's
Not a lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa honey, one thing I really do need, the deed
To the America’s Cup,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie and fill my stocking with bar chits, and blank checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations from the chandlery
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I mean with wind shift calls on my cell
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry ... tonight