I'm your private
Santa Claus
Anything you want is yours
On Christmas Eve you'll find me
Climbing down your chimney
With love and kisses in my pack
And baby, I ain't climbing back
Cause I'm your private old Saint Nick.
A pillow in the right place
does the trick.
When I arrive on Christmas night,
in my red suit I'll look a sight.
Butneath that beard, it's me all right.
Cause baby, I'm your private Santa Claus.
I'm your private Santa Claus
Anything you want is yours
On Christmas Eve, you'll find me
climbing down your chimney
with love and kisses in my pack.
Hey, baby, I ain't climbing back,
because I'm your private old Saint Nick.
A pillow in the right place does the trick.
I'll bring you lots of gifts,
although the one that you like best, I know,
will be the sprig of mistletoe for you
and for your private Santa Claus.