Hey Skinny Santa!

Hey Mr. Santa, how's it lookin'?

That 32 waistline, you better get cookin'

We need a big Santa, it's almost Christmastime

First stop, we gotta get to Chicago

The secret to the pizza there is in the dough

Italian beef with giardiniera, hot and sweet

Pop a Polish sausage on Maxwell Street

Windy City poppin' corn with caramel and cheese

Adds a couple notches to his belt with ease

We gotta get some gumbo in N-O-L-A

Santa needs a pot of crawfish étouffée

Andouille and jambalaya, Santa don't stop

A fried oyster po' boy and a nice Lagniappe

Fill him up with beignets and a box of pralines

We'll get his red britches bustin' at the seams

Hey Mr. Santa, how's it lookin'?

That 42 waistline, you better get cookin'

We need a big Santa, it's almost Christmastime

I never thought I'd see a skinny old St. Nick

It's mid-December Santa, better bulk up quick

Hit up every donut shop, a hundred dozen

That's just enough to keep the big man runnin'

Hey Mr. Santa, how's it lookin'?

That 52 waistline, you better get cookin'

We need a big Santa, it's almost Christmastime

Beat it down low over Memphis town

Find his favorite barbecue and pass it around

Biscuits, grits and gravy and some chow-chow too

Fried green tomatoes for the reindeer crew

Chicken wings, mac and cheese, some buttermilk pie

Puts the old sparkle back in Santa's eye

Hey big Santa, how's it lookin'?

That 99 waistline, you better get cookin'

We got a big Santa, it's almost Christmastime

It's almost Christmastime

It's almost Christmastime