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Santa won’t you bring me a shot and a beer
Check your list, you’ll see it’s been one hell of a year
I already got my two front teeth
So how’s about a twelver and a bottle of Beam?
Well come on, Kris Kringle, don’t you remember
The postcard I sent you way back in November
Nicky, what’s a-hidin’ in the bottom of your sack?
Well I hope it is a twelver and a bottle of Jack
And a shot and a beer, a shot and a beer
Well come on, Mister Santa, won’t you bring it down here?
We all need a sip of your Christmas cheer
So Santa, bring us whiskey and beer
Yeah Santa, bring us whiskey and beer this year for Christmas
Please Father Christmas, won’t you cut me some slack
Because the train that I am on has jumped a couple of tracks
I promise to be good if I look up in the sky
And you drop me down a twelver and a bottle of rye
Well the world keeps spinnin’ everywhere I go
Everybody needs to chill under the mistletoe
‘Cause there’s too much naughty and not enough nice
I wanna buy the world a Jack and Coke on ice
I wanna buy the world a Jack and Coke on ice
I wanna buy the world a Jack and Coke on ice
And a shot and a beer, a shot and a beer
Well come on, Mister Santa, won’t you bring it down here?
We all need a sip of your Christmas cheer
So Santa, bring us whiskey and beer tonight
Yeah Santa, bring us whiskey and beer this year for Christmas
And a shot and a beer, a shot and a beer
Well come on, Mister Santa, won’t you bring it down here?
We all need a sip of your Christmas cheer
So Santa, bring us whiskey and beer tonight
Santa, bring us whiskey and beer
Santa, bring us whiskey and beer alright
Santa, bring us whiskey and beer
So we can have a very merry Christmas this year
