Santa's Gone Surfing

Santa first listened to the Beach Boys
On his transistor radio
Now he’s got all their songs on his iPod
When he’s on the go
He’s been listening to their music
Since surfing was the rave
Now he’s going on vacation
Finally going to catch a wave
Santa’s gone surfing; Go Santa, go, go go
Santa’s gone surfing
Go, Santa, go, go, go
Santa’s gone surfing
He’s getting away from the snow
Santa’s gone surfing, Santa’s gone surfing
Go Santa, go, go, go!
He’s not looking for a surfer girl or Barbara Ann
The Little Old Lady from Pasadena, that’s his plan
They’ll cruise in a hot rod with a 409
He’s true to Mrs. Claus, so she really won’t mind
Santa’s gone surfing; Go Santa, go, go, go
Santa’s gone surfing
Go, Santa, go, go, go
Santa’s gone surfing
He’s getting away from the snow
Santa’s gone surfing, Santa’s gone surfing
Go Santa, go, go, go!
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He’ll be hanging ten at Malibu
At pipeline he’ll be shooting the tube
He can make no mistakes, when he surfs a point break
Go Santa, go, go, go
He’ll hang out with the locals
And hear what they have to say
They all will want a new surfboard come Christmas Day
He’ll tell them «hang loose» as he heads back north
With his surfer tan and his new board shorts
Santa’s gone surfing; Go Santa, go, go go
Santa’s gone surfing
Go, Santa, go, go, go
Santa’s gone surfing
He’s getting away from the snow
Santa’s gone surfing, Santa’s gone surfing
Go Santa, go, go, go!
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Santa’s gone surfing, Santa’s gone surfing
Go Santa, go, go go!
Santa’s gone surfing, Santa’s gone surfin
Go, Santa, (Ho! Ho! Ho!)
(Merry Christmas, Dudes!)