Soul Santa

Since nobody seen Santa on Christmas

When he steals down the chimney with care

Wouldn't it be so revealing

Oh, if Santa had black, kinky hair

I know his cheeks wouldn't be rosy

But still you could tell the man was cold

When you saw his red underwear peeking

Over his soulful, soulful jellyroll

Now Santa is a fine soul brother

He loves all his fellow man

He'll do anything for you

At least he'll do what he can

Now no matter what he looks like

And no matter what you've been told

There's a one thing about ol' Santa

The man's got soul, (Soul) He's got soul, (Soul) He's got soul

I said he's got soul, he's got soul, he's got soul

(The man's got soul)

He's gotta have soul, (Soul) He's got soul, (Soul) He's got soul

(Santa's got soul)

Hey, what do you want for Christmas?

Don't tell me, I know what

You wanna see a soul Santa, huh?

Soulful Santa, good?

He's beautiful

He's got soul, (Soul) he's got soul, (Soul) he's got soul (Soul)

I said, he's got soul, (Soul) soul, (Soul) soul (Soul)

He's got to have soul, (Soul) soul, soul (Soul)

Soul, soul (Soul) soul, soul (Soul)

Soul, soul (Soul) real soul (Soul)

Let me hear you, children, soul-soul (Soul)

Soul-soul, (Soul) soul-soul (Soul)

You better sing if you wanna get that bicycle for Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone and a happy New Year