yeah
Santa's boots hit the rooftop loud
sack so full it's a heavy cloud
cookies crumbled and in his beard
man's got style that's kind of weird
Santa's got a groove tonight
sliding down chimneys like he's in
flight ho ho ho under disco lights
it's ballet time sleigh bells ring with a funky chime
milk's gone warm but he don't care
he's spinning gifts like a DJ's flare
he's the king of the North Pole Jam old Saint Nick's the funky man
