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