Lyrics:

I wanna thank you, old Saint Nick
For the stuff that you leave on the eve of Christmas Day
Worldwide overnight delivery's quite a trick
And it ain't no wonder that you ain't got time to shave

I know that you've been making me a toy
Up in the Arctic
And I hope this message reaches you
Before you've time to start it

Some folks like their Christmases all blue or even white
But for me, the color green is exactly right

Santa, don't you bother with the chimney no more
Slip my present into an envelope and slide it under the door
'Cause nothing says 'Merry Christmas' like cash, cash, cash

Don't need two front teeth or mistletoe kisses
Jackson, Franklin, Grant's my wishes
All I want for Christmas is cash, cash, cash

Oh, the size is perfect
And the style's just right
You know that it's a color I dig
And never, ever, ever would you hear me say
'Does this money in my pocket make my butt look big?'

Oh, show me what the holiday spirit's about
With a nice wire transfer into my offshore account
No, nothing says 'Merry Christmas' like cash, cash, cash

Santa, don't you be no Ebeneezer
Pay off the balance on this here Visa
'Cause nothing says 'Merry Christmas' like cash, cash, cash

Oh, the size is perfect
And the style's just right
You know that it's a color I dig
And never, ever, ever would you hear me say
'Does this money in my wallet make my butt look big?'

Oh, Santa, don't you bother with the chimney no more
Slip my present into an envelope and slide it under the door
'Cause nothing says 'Merry Christmas' like cash, cash
Nothing says 'Merry Christmas' like cold hard
Nothing say 'Merry Christmas' like cash, cash, cash