But way up north where the air gets cold There's a tale about Christmas you've all been told A real famous cat all dressed up in red And he spends all year working out on his sled It's the Little Saint Nick And it's the Little Saint Nick, our Saint Nick It's the Little Saint Nick, our Saint Nick Just a little popsled we call Saint Nick She'll walk up to the parking with a four-speed stick She's a candy apple red with a ski for a wheel And when Santa hits the gas then just watch her peel It's the Little Saint Nick It's the Little Saint Nick, our Saint Nick It's the Little Saint Nick, our Saint Nick Ooh, merry Christmas, run, run, reindeer Run, run, reindeer Mmm, oh And it's a little Saint Nick, ah, merry Christmas And it's a little Saint Nick, ah, Saint Nick And it's a little Saint Nick, ah, merry Christmas And it's a little Saint Nick, ah, Saint Nick Ooh, merry Christmas, Saint Nick Ooh, merry Christmas, Saint Nick Ooh, merry Christmas