Santariffic Songtext

von Harry Connick Jr.

When you're smiling, there in your attire,
Fancy styling! Right here by the fire.
Quite beguiling, my, don't you inspire.
"I'm Santarrific if I do say so".

Plump and tender, ev'ryone just pauses,
My, the splendor, wonder what the cause is.
Far from slender, how lucky Mrs. Claus is.
"I'm Santarrific if I do say so".

"All those plates of cookies.
All those mugs of milk.
Make my beard as white as snow.
Make my skin as soft as silk".

Ev'ryone's got crushes, someone call a coppa,
Ev'rybody blushes at the big show stoppa.
You're so luscious.
"Baby, come to papa! Ooh, if i do say".
Santa, what do you say.
"I'm Santarrific if I do say so".

"All those plates of cookies.
All those mugs of milk.
Make my beard as white as snow.
Make my skin as soft as silk".

Ev'ryone's got crushes, someone call a coppa,
Ev'rybody blushes at the big show stoppa.
"I'm so luscious. Baby, come to papa!"
Ooh, if i do say. Baby, what do you say.
"I'm Santarrific if I do say so".

I'll stuff your stockin'.
If you jingle my bells, yeah!