Hey Skinny Santa!

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