Lyrics:

I work for a fat man in a long white beard
He’s got rosy red cheeks and he dresses weird
I hammer all day in this little workshop
Making dolls and trains until I drop
I wear a pointy hat and curly toe shoes,
I got a bad case of the workin' elf blues.

I'm Santa's little helper, my name is Eugene
I'm just a little cog in this Christmas machine
Somebody better give Santa the news,
This little green man got the workin' elf blues, hoo-woo!

We'll it's work! Work! Work! Got a deadline to meet.
There's a million more presents to put under them trees.
But there ain't a boy and girl who knows my name,
That brown-nosin' reindeer's gettin' all of the fame.
What I wouldn't give for some gratitude
To help me ease these workin' elf blues.

A little music and dance might soothe my soul
But there ain't a honky-tonk on the North Pole.
Nowhere to go when the workday is through.
Another reason to be singin' these workin' elf blues,

Solo

Ya, I'm Santa's little helper, my name is Eugene
I'm just a little cog in this Christmas machine
Somebody better give Santa the news,
This little green man got the workin' elf blues, hoo-woo!
I said, This little green man got the workin' elf blues, hoo-woo!
I got the blues. Woo
What am I gonna do?