| When are you going to Atlanta?
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| Can I hitch a ride with you, old man?
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| 'Cause my gal lives in Dixieland
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| Santa don’t bring me any toys
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| Just bring my baby and a bottle of joy
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| Maybe just a taste for Uncle Roy
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| We all know Santa is a good ole boy
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| Could you bring along a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps?
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| 'Cause Randawg here is really tops
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| I got no time for holiday shops
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| 'Cause I got a band that’s really hot
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| Santa don’t bring me any toys
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| Just bring my baby and a bottle of joy (That's right)
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| Maybe just a taste for Uncle Roy
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| We all know Santa is a good ole boy
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| Hey Santa (Hey!)
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| Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa (Hey!)
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| Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa (Hey!)
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| Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa (Hey!)
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| When are you going to Atlanta?
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| Can I hitch a ride with you, old man?
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| 'Cause my gal lives in Dixieland
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| I don’t want to leave my comfy cozy
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| But my baby’s lips are hot and rosy
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| What’s my name, now ain’t you nosey?
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| I’d like a little kiss now, I suppose-y
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| Hot buttered rum, hot buttered rum
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| When you hear me holler now, you’d better come
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| Seven come eleven, seven come eleven
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| Baby just died and gone to heaven
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| Hot buttered rum, hot buttered rum (Yeah, make that a double)
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| Well, you hear me holler now you’d better come (Come on now)
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| Seven come eleven, seven come eleven (Alright, woo!)
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| Baby just died and gone to heaven
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| Hey Santa (Hey!)
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| Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa (Hey!)
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| Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa (Hey!)
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| Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa (Hey!)
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| When are you going to Atlanta?
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| Can I hitch a ride with you, old man?
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| 'Cause my gal lives in Dixieland
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| Hey Santa (Come on, Santa!)
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| Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa (Let's go!)
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| Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa (Yeah)
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| Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa (Spit it, boys)
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| Why don’t we swing by Indiana?
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| Can I hitch a ride with you, old man?
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| 'Cause my gal lives in Dixieland ('Cause I gotta see my baby)
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| Hey, can I hitch a ride with you, old man?
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| My gal lives in Dixieland (One more time, one more time)
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| Can I hitch a ride with you, old man?
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| 'Cause my gal lives in Dixieland, yeah |