"The Fatman" lyrics

(He's everywhere, he's everywhere)

I wanna be just like Santa Claus
Cause that's the finest way to be
Hang your silk stockings on the wall
You better light up your Christmas tree

Cause Santa Claus is coming to your town
He don't care if your white or brown
And Santa Claus has got lots of stuff
He'll always be your buddy, when things get tough so

How about it, let's hear it for the Fatman
How about it, how about it, let's hear it for the Fatman

I'm feeling just like a child
That's the finest way to feel
Throw away your troubles for a while
Sit down by the chimney with me

Santa Claus is coming to your town
He don't care if your white or brown
And Santa Claus has got lots of stuff
He'll always be your buddy, when things get tough so

How about it, let's hear it for the Fatman
How about it, how about it, let's hear it for the Fatman

Round, mound of joy
He's Momma Claus's baby boy
300 pounds of cheer
You know that's 14 ounces every day of the year

I wanna ride in Santa's sleigh
He's got the baddest ride in town
He's got a big black Chevrolet
He just can't keep it on the ground

Santa Claus is coming to your town
He don't care if your white or brown
And Santa Claus has got lots of stuff
He'll always be your buddy, when things get rough so

How about it, let's hear it for the Fatman
How about it, how about it, let's hear it for the Fatman
How about it, how about it, let's hear it for the Fatman
How about it, how about it, let's hear it for the Fatman
How about it, how about it, let's hear it for the Fatman