About a young Smart Alec guy, thinking he is 
going to take over Santa's job and change everything 


What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearin'
 
So you don't like the color of red

What's the deal with the looks you're givin'

Ya Think at my age, I should be dead


Where have you been workin' out, lately mister

If you're job huntin,' should've sent your little sister


Everybody's thinkin,' that they can do 

Better, but it's still Christmas Eve to me


You gotta problem with the sleigh I'm drivin'

Let me take a good look at your car

My sleigh will tell you a story about me

Your old beater, tells just who you are


I may need a rest, but I'm still pretty fussy

I will not hire, a scrawny little wussy 


Snide smirk, big jerk, maybe good as a clerk

It's still Christmas Eve to me


Oh, it doesn't matter what it said in the paper 

'Cause you're still not gettin' my job

Now for sure I'm stayin'

'Cause the poor kids would suffer

They're smart enough to smell a snob


You should go back to your mob


I'll stop and get us some more wrappin' paper

And a few thousand rolls of tape

Show me the way to the next McDonald's

Time to get back into shape

The kids don't want a skinny little Santa

New York, San Diego, St Paul or Atlanta

Next phase, toy craze, your place, anyways

It's still Christmas Eve to me


Everybody's talkin' 'bout Santa not leavin'

    And it's still Christmas Eve for me