Santa's Got a Mean Machine - JD McPherson

There a candy-colored '51 rollin' around

Creepin' down the avenues of North Pole town

Round up all the fellas, tell 'em come over quick

Because the driver looks a little like that Old Saint Nick

Slidin' 'round the corner like a vision in red

Looks like he traded in the slip on that rickety sled

Santa’s got a mean machine

Santa’s got a mean machine

It’s the lowest, leanest sleigh that you ever seen

Well Santa went and chopped him up a mean machine

Bells on the bumper and candy cane spokes

Whistlin' pipes that rumble and croak

Nosed, decked, and paneled with a five-inch chop

He’s got the peppermint switches make him jump and hop

Red bucket seats, Santa, go go go

The wide whites keep him rollin' low and slow

Santa’s got a mean machine

Santa’s got a mean machine

It’s the lowest, leanest sleigh that you ever seen

Well Santa went and chopped him up a mean machine

Here it comes cruisin' down Santa Claus Lane

A shifter knob for Johnny and a club coat for Jane

Droppin' toys in the driveway so you better be good

He’s got reindeer power hiding under the hood

Hopping down the boulevard and makin' the scene

'Cause he’s the craziest Kringle that you ever seen

Santa’s got a mean machine

Santa’s got a mean machine

It’s the leanest, cleanest sled that you ever seen

Well Santa went and hopped him up a mean machine

It’s a bad dad

Lean mean

Killer diller

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Low and slow

Rock 'n roll

Hoppin' choppin'

Mean machine