There a candy-colored '51 rollin' around
Creepin' down the avenues of North Pole town
Round up all the fellas, tell 'em come over quick
Because the driver looks a little like that Old Saint Nick
Slidin' 'round the corner like a vision in red
Looks like he traded in the slip on that rickety sled
Santa's got a mean machine
Santa's got a mean machine
It's the lowest, leanest sleigh that you ever seen
Well Santa went and chopped him up a mean machine
Bells on the bumper and candy cane spokes
Whistlin' pipes that rumble and croak
Nosed, decked, and paneled with a five-inch chop
He's got the peppermint switches make him jump and hop
Red bucket seats, Santa, go go go
The wide whites keep him rollin' low and slow
Santa's got a mean machine
Santa's got a mean machine
It's the lowest, leanest sleigh that you ever seen
Well Santa went and chopped him up a mean machine
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Here it comes cruisin' down Santa Claus Lane
A shifter knob for Johnny and a club coat for Jane
Droppin' toys in the driveway so you better be good
He's got reindeer power hiding under the hood
Hopping down the boulevard and makin' the scene
'Cause he's the craziest Kringle that you ever seen
Santa's got a mean machine
Santa's got a mean machine
It's the leanest, cleanest sled that you ever seen
Well Santa went and hopped him up a mean machine
It's a bad dad
Lean mean
Killer diller
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Low and slow
Rock 'n roll
Hoppin' choppin'
Mean machine