Lyrics:

From Coney Island to the Sunset Strip
Somebody's gonna make a happy trip
Tonight, while the moon is bright

He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys
To give the groanies of the boys and girls
So dig, Santa comes on big

He'll come a callin' when the snows the most
When all you cats are sleepin' warm as toast
And you're gonna flip when Old Saint Nick
Takes a lick on a peppermint stick

He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
And fill the stocking by the fireplace
So you'll, have a yule that's cool

Yeah, from Coney Island to The Sunset Strip
Somebody's gonna make a happy trip
Tonight, while the moon is bright

Behind a reindeer with a blinkin' nose
He's lookin' groovy in his same ol' clothes
He's red in his souped-up sled

He's on a mission and he will not shirk
down the chimney, yeah, he gets to work
That Mr. C is H-O-T
Santa won't you light my Christmas tree

He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
And fill the stocking by the fireplace
So you'll, have a yule that's cool

Have a yule that's cool y'all