Ho Ho Ho and A Bottle Of Rhum
by Jimmy Buffett, Ross Kunkel, Roger Guth & Peter Mayer



(C)Santa's stressed out as the 
(G)holiday (F)season (G)draws (C)near 
He's been doing the same job now 
(G)going on (F)two (G)thousand (C)years 
He's got (F)pains in his brain 
and chimney scars cover his (G)buns 
(C)He (F)hates to admit it, 
but Christmas is more work than(G)fun 

He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow 
Mr. Claus has escape plans, a secret that only he knows 
Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams 
A break from his wife, his half frozen life 
the elves and that damn reindeer team 

(C)Ho Ho (F)Ho and a (G)bottle of (C)rhum 
Santa's run (F)off to the (G)Caribbe(C)an 
He thinks about (F)boat drinks and (G)fun in the (C)sun 
Ho Ho (F)Ho and a (G)bottle of (C)rhum 

Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good 
He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood 
Just for the weekend he'd like to be Peter Pan 
Get out his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand
 
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 
Santa's run off to the Caribbean 
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums 
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 

Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 
Santa's run off to the Caribbean 
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums 
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
 
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum 
Santa's run off to the Caribbean 
A week in the tropics and he'll be all right 
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight 

(C)Merry (F)Christmas to (C)all 
and to (G)all a good (C)night