Christmas Time Lyrics

I called Santa

I told him that

I want a new pink Cadillac

To go with my nails

And my big hair

And my slim waist

That makes all the men stare

He told me

Don’t you worry bout a thang

Just before he goes

Is there anything else

He goes is there anything else

I say

Can I feel the way I feel at Christmas all the time

Can I feel the way I feel at Christmas all the time

All the time

I mean singing

La la la la la in January

I mean singing

Fa la la la la in February

Until next year

Next year at Christmas time

I called Santa

I told him that

I want about five hundred racks

To go with my eyes

And my thick thighs

And my slim waist

That makes all the men chase

He told me

Don’t you worry bout a thang

Just before he goes

Is there anything else

He goes is there anything else

I say

Can I feel the way I feel at Christmas all the time

Can I feel the way I feel at Christmas all the time

All the time

I mean singing

La la la la la in January

I mean singing

Fa la la la la in February

Until next year

Next year at Christmas time

I’ll be singing la la la la la

I’ll be singing fa la la la la