Santa's Got A Mean Machine

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
 Thriller filler
 Low and slow
 Rock 'n roll
 Hoppin' choppin'
 Mean machine