Hey Mister Santa, how's it looking?
That 32 waistline
You better get cookin'
We need a big Santa
It's almost Christmas time
First stop we gotta get to Chicago
The secret to the pizza there is in the dough
Italian beef with "giardinar-y" hot and sweet
Pop a Polish sausage on Maxwell Street
Windy City popping' corn with caramel and cheese
Adds a couple notches to his belt with ease
We gotta get some gumbo in N.O.L.A.
Santa needs a pot of crawfish étouffée
Andouille and jambalaya, Santa don't stop
Fried oyster po' boy and a nice lagniappe
Fill him up with beignets and a box of pralines
We'll get his red britches busting at the seams
Hey Mister Santa, how's it looking?
That 42 waistline
You better get cookin'
We need a big Santa
It's almost Christmas time
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I never thought I'd see a skinny old Saint Nick
It's mid-December Santa, better bulk up quick
Hit up every donut shop, a hundred dozen
That's just enough to keep the big man running
Hey Mister Santa, how's it looking?
That 52 waistline
You better get cookin'
We need a big Santa
It's almost Christmas time
Beat it down low over Memphis town
Find his favorite BBQ and pass it around
Biscuits, grits and gravy and some chow-chow too
Fried green tomatoes for the reindeer crew
Chicken wings, mac and cheese, some buttermilk pie
Puts the old sparkle back in Santa's eye
Hey big Santa, how's it looking?
That 99 waistline
You better get cookin'
We got a big Santa
It's almost Christmas time
It's almost Christmas time
It's almost Christmas time