Hot Christmas

People rushing everywhere

Presents to buy, food to prepare

Another party with a boozy glow

full of stressed-out faces I don't know

Snow is falling outside and the temperatures dropping

And I just spent my Saturday Christmas shopping

Happy Holidays people say

but me, I'd rather get away

Got to get away

A hot Christmas holiday

Got to get away

A hot Christmas holiday

This year I'm trading snow for sand

Sleigh bells for a mariachi band

It's time to put the Bing Crosby away

And I'm getting down to Jimmy Buffet

Pack your bags 'cause we're leaving Flight 503

You can fit a lot of presents under a palm tree

I'll be happy come Christmas day

'Cause I'm many many miles away

Got to get away

A hot Christmas holiday

Got to get away

A hot Christmas holiday

Flight 503, you're cleared for takeoff

Folks, it's your captain speaking, welcome to paradise

And Merry Christmas!