Christmas Time by Aretha Henry 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