Santa Rides a Harley

Santa rides a Harley
He's looking for a party
He's got chrome on his tail pipe
Gold in his teeth
Wearing a red leather jacket
And some tiny sunglasses
With saddle bags full of presents for deliveries

Here he comes
It's Santa Claus
You can hear him coming for miles
From down the street
He's pulling on the throttle
What you see may be hard to believe
Santa rides a Harley
On Christmas Eve

Blowin' smoke like a chimney
Bringing all kinds naughty
Wearing black boots with a buckle on his feet
He's got a red and white skull cap
He's the big bad bearded biker man
Gearing down and revving up 18 hundred 68 cc's

Here he comes
It's Santa Claus
You can hear him coming for miles
From down the street
He's pulling on the throttle
What you see may be hard to believe
Santa rides a Harley
On Christmas Eve

Do you hear what I hear
Doesn't sound like reindeer
It's a rumble from far away
Look, It's Santa Claus
Check out Santa Claus
Poppin' wheelies on a two wheel sleigh

Here he comes
It's Santa Claus
You can hear him coming for miles
From down the street
He's pulling on the throttle
What you see may be hard to believe
Santa rides a Harley
On Christmas Eve
Yeah, Santa rides a Harley on Christmas Eve