I'm so excited
To open the box
It's that time of year now
Ready or not
I slip on the red coat
I glue on the beard
I stuff in some pillows
And there's a line outside Sears
My full time gig is singing songs
But once a year I've got my side job

Come and sit on my lap
Tell me what you want for Christmas
If you were good and not bad
Tell me what you want for Christmas
A pogo stick, a princess dress
A puppy dog or a Lego set
Before the camera goes "Snap"
Tell me what you want for Christmas

I know what you're thinking
St. Nick is a fraud
He can't fit down that chimney
With that big belly he's got
And what about Rudolph
And his shiny red nose'
And how do you explain all those elves
Making toys and clothes'
You're never too old to believe
So write up your wishlist and just
Bring it to me

Come and sit on my lap
And tell me what you want for Christmas
Something you've never had
Tell me what you want for Christmas
A gift card to Golf Galaxy
Or maybe Anthropologie
Anything but cash
Tell me what you want for Christmas, Christmas

And one time this kid said
That's not Santa, it's Chris!
I said, "Well Santa gets busy this time of year
And he asked me to do this!"

So come and sit on my lap
I'm doing Santa's business
What ya' think about that'
Tell me what you want for Christmas
A saxophone, a trampoline
That brand new Chris August CD
But you already have that
So tell me what you want for Christmas

I know what I want (What's that')
I want some Chick-Fil-A
I want a nice, turtleneck sweater
And I want the Dallas Cowboys
To win the Superbowl!
And that's all I need
(And this Thermos, and that's all)
(That's what I want for Christmas)
Hey, there goes Rudolph
Hey, turn your nose on
Merry Christmas!
(I'm gonna sleep under the Christmas Tree)