Hey Santa by The Brian Setzer Orchestra Lyrics
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
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