Hey Santa!
When are you going to Atlanta?
Can I hitch a ride with you old man?
Cause my gal lives in Dixie land.
Santa don’t bring me any toys,
Just bring my baby and a bottle of joy.
Maybe just a taste for Uncle Roy,
We all know Santa is a good ole boy.
Could you bring along a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps,
Cause the trumpet player is really tops.
I got no time for holiday shops,
Cause I got a band that’s really hot.
Santa don’t bring me any toys,
Just bring my baby and a bottle of joy.
Maybe just a taste for Uncle Roy,
We all know Santa is a good ole boy.
Hey Santa!
When are you going to Atlanta?
Can I hitch a ride with you old man?
Cause my gal lives in Dixie land.
I don’t want to leave my comfy cozy,
But my baby’s lips are hot and rosy.
What’s my name now ain’t you nosey
I’d like a little kiss now I supposy
Hot buttered rum, hot buttered rum,
Well you hear me holler now you’d better come.
Seven come eleven, Seven come eleven
Baby just died and gone to heaven.
Hey Santa!
When are you going to Atlanta?
Can I hitch a ride with you old man?
Cause my gal lives in Dixie land.
Hey Santa!
When are you going to Atlanta?
Can I hitch a ride with you old man?
Cause my gal lives in Dixie land.
All the kiddies tucked inside their beds
Sugar plums dancin’ in their heads
The cats all purrin’and the dogs all fed
With this ring I do thee wed
I don’t need nothin’ this time around
Just hitch me a ride I’m Atlanta bound
Baby is waiting at the lost and found
Waitin’ in a long white wedding gown
Hey Santa!
When are you going to Atlanta?
Can I hitch a ride with you old man?
Cause my gal lives in Dixie land.
Hey Santa!
When are you going to Atlanta?
Can I hitch a ride with you old man?
Cause my gal lives in Dixie land.
