It’s freezin’ in Chicago Snowin’ in Toronto, Manhattan ain’t too happy baby It’s pourin’ rain in San Francisco Ain’t gonna be no white Christmas Ain’t gonna be no reindeer Ain’t gonna be no sleigh bells ringing Not around here I’m packing my tank tops My board shorts and my flip flops I take the first cla** non-stop Down Mexico way Yeah, cause Santa’s going south for Christmas Santa’s going south this year, yeah yeah yeah I said Santa’s going south for Christmas (this Christmas) And he won’t be back ’til summer’s here I’m talkin’ ’bout jet-skis Margaritas and palm trees Now get me out of this deep freeze I need eighty five degrees Yeah, I’m packing my tank tops My board shorts and my flippity flops I take the first cla** non-stop Down Mexico way Yeah, Santa’s going south for Christmas Santa’s going south this year, yeah yeah yeah I said Santa’s going south for Christmas (this Christmas) And he won’t be back ’til summer’s here Now Santa’s gettin old, I can’t take this much cold (Brrrr!) Here we go Baby, I’m packing my old guitar My board shorts and my good cigar First cla** like a rockstar Down Mexico way Yeah, now Santa’s going south for Christmas I said Santa’s going south this year, yeah yeah yeah Santa’s going south for Christmas (this Christmas) And I won’t be back ’til summer’s here I’m tellin’ you what I said I ain’t comin’ back ’til summer’s here, baby One more time I said I ain’t comin’ back ’til summer’s here Oh, yeah! Merry Christmas everybody! Feliz Navidad! (Brrrr!)