Little Saint Nick (Alternate Version) Lyrics

Brian Wilson/Mike Love

Well, way up north where the air gets cold
You'll find the Saint Nick
And the tale about Christmas that you've all been told
About the Saint Nick

He's a real famous cat all dressed up in red
And he spends the whole year workin' out on his sled
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick

Just a little bobsled we call it little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick
But she'll walk a toboggan with a four speed stick
The little Saint Nick

She's candy apple red with a ski for a wheel
And when Santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick

It's got the naugahyde bucket seats with chrome on the rail
And the deers honkin' on really make Santa sail
Now cuties, don't you worry, he's a real cool hand
And I've been told that he
Don't miss no one

Haulin' through the snow at a frightening speed
The little Saint Nick
With a half a dozen deer with Rudy to lead
The little Saint Nick

Well, he's gotta wear his goggles 'cause the snow really flies
And he's cruisin' every pad with a little surprise
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick

The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick
The little Saint Nick

Haa ha ha haaa