Santa's got a mullet and he's coming Christmas Eve
Santa's got a mullet, he's bringing gifts for you and me
Frosty has a stovepipe hat
And Rudolph's nose is red
Santa's got a mullet
Sitting on his head

Santa's got a mullet, keep on looking out for him
Driving in his IROC with the killer rims
Santa has a mullet
As he's streaking through the night
Jamming to Foghat
And drinking Coors Light

Singing fa la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la
Singing fa la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la

Angels up in Heaven are plucking on their harps
Santa's wearing Oakleys, and he's looking mighty sharp
Santa's got a mullet, he's got presents for all of ya
I thought he was from the North Pole but he must be from Canada

Oh yeah, Santa's coming
Don't you worry, he won't be long
Santa's got a mullet
Yeah, Santa's got (Santa's got)
Santa's got a schlong
A schlong