Brian Wilson - Little Saint Nick Lyrics
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Little Saint Nick
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What Are The Lyrics For Little Saint Nick By Brian Wilson?
Merry Christmas Santa
Christmas comes this time each year Oh oh Well, way up North where the air gets cold There's a tale about Christmas that you've all been told And a real famous cat all dressed up in red And he spends the whole year workin' out in his sled It's the little Saint Nick Oh, little Saint Nick It's the little Saint Nick Oh, little Saint Nick Just a little bobsled we call it Old Saint Nick It's a rockin' toboggan with a four speed stick She's candy apple red with a ski fro a wheel And when Santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel. It's the little Saint Nick Oh, little Saint Nick It's the little Saint Nick Oh, little Saint Nick Run run reindeer Run run reindeer Whoa Run run reindeer Run run reindeer He don't miss no one Well hes cruisin' through the snow at a frightnin' speed, With a half a dozen deer and a Rudy to lead, Hes gotta wear his goggles cos the snow really flies And he's cruisin' every pad with a little surprise It's the little Saint Nick Oh, little Saint Nick It's the little Saint Nick Oh, little Saint Nick Ah Oh Merry Christmas Santa Christmas comes this time each year Ah Oh Merry Christmas Santa Christmas comes this time each year Ah Oh Merry Christmas St Nick Christmas comes this time each year |
Who Wrote Little Saint Nick By Brian Wilson?
Michael Love, Brian Wilson
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What's The Duration Of The Little Saint Nick By Brian Wilson?The duration of Little Saint Nick is 3:28 minutes and seconds. |
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