Hanson - Little Saint Nick Lyrics
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Little Saint Nick
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What Are The Lyrics For Little Saint Nick By Hanson?
Merry Christmas, Saint Nick
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 all year workin' out on his sled He's a little Saint Nick Little Saint Nick He's a little Saint Nick Little Saint Nick Just a little bobsled we call it old Saint Nick But she'll walk a toboggan with a four-speed stick She's candy apple red with a ski for a wheel And when Santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel He's the little Saint Nick Little Saint Nick He's the little Saint Nick Little Saint Nick Run, run reindeer Run, run reindeer Run, run reindeer Run, run reindeer He don't miss no one When he's haulin' through the snow at a frightening speed With a half a dozen deer with Rudy to lead He's got to wear shades 'cause the snow really flies And he's cruisin' every path with a little surprise He's the little Saint Nick Little Saint Nick He's the little Saint Nick Little Saint Nick Merry Christmas, Saint Nick Christmas comes this time each year Merry Christmas, Saint Nick Christmas comes this time each year Merry Christmas, Saint Nick Christmas comes this time each year Merry Christmas (Christmas comes this time each year) Merry christmas, yeah, little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick) |
Who Wrote Little Saint Nick By Hanson?
Michael Love, Brian Wilson
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What's The Duration Of The Little Saint Nick By Hanson?The duration of Little Saint Nick is 3:34 minutes and seconds. |
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