La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la I box him up with a bow Then I go pole to pole Rude, I'll follow you, no I'll follow you, no To Japan, Isle of Man Down a can of Kazakhstan Rudy knows where to go Rudy knows where to go Rudy knows where to go Rudy knows where to go Sky in the snow Man, it's forty below Watch me as I go Hear the Christmas choir Chorus from the streets below Boys and girls that say They saw us dashing through the snow Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Over the hills and far, far away You can be sure that I am on my way I meet myself, coming back Now I'm going faster than fast I go back to the past Down the flutes, in my boots Now I'm covered in soup Mrs. Claus will go mad Mrs. Claus will go mad I'll be dealing with that But it's all in the plan And she knows I'm the man Hear the Christmas choir Chorus from the streets below Boys and girls that say They saw us dashing through the snow Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Over the hills and far, far away You can be sure that I am on my way La-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le-le Hear the Christmas choir Chorus from the streets below Boys and girls that claim They saw us dashing through the snow Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Can you hear us Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh can you hear us