Paroles de Santa's Got A Mean Machine
There a candy-colored '51 rollin’ aroundCreepin' 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
Here it comes cruisin’ down Santa Claus Lane
A shifter knob for Johnny and a club coat for Jane
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
Thriller filler
Low and slow
Rock 'n roll
Hoppin' choppin'
Mean machine
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