A Ring-A-Ding-Ding, It’s Santa

It’s that nutty, coo-coo time of year
When we raise a martini of good cheer
Well, actually all year, we drink it down
But what’s different here, is someone else
is buying the round

He’s cruisin’ the strip in his red jump suit
The trunk of his caddy is loaded with loot
Made a list of girls of ill repute
A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa

A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa,
He’s headlining with Frankie and the pack
A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa,
He’s got the goodies in his sack, jack
A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa,
He’s rehearsin’ with Eydie and Steve
A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa,
He’s got the big gig Christmas Eve

Christmas in Vegas, you cats
We’ve strung the strip with Christmas lights
The high rollers are layin’ down bets
On who’s been naughty or nice
They’ve changed the rules for roulette
You can’t put your money on black
So you know there’s only one safe bet
That the fat man in red is back

He’s cruisin’ the strip yellin’ ho-ho-hey
Drivin’ a convertible instead of a sleigh
He’s gonna be your Christmas croupier
A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa

A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa,
He’s wearin’ flip-flops on his feet (neat)
A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa,
He’s not used to the desert heat (no no)
A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa,
Not like the north pole, it’s hot as Hades (woo)
A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa,
This one’s for the ladies…

You better watch out, you better not cry,
you better not pout, I’m telling you why…

Yeah, ding-dong-ding, Santa has the hippest ho-ho-ho
A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa,
He did it his way, wo-wo-wo
A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa,
All month he’s playing Cesar’s
A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa,
Then off to Branson to sing for the geezers (zam, boom)

A ring-a-ding-ding, it’s Santa

Music & Lyrics by Joel Kopischke © 2005

Vocals: Joel Kopischke
Drums: Del Bennett
Bass: Chris Kringel
Keyboards: Larry Moore
Guitar: Mike DeRose
Trumpet: Jeff Pietrangelo
Trombone: Mark Hoelscher
Sax: John Hibler