Song Description
Santa got a tough job
| Song Length |
3:47 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Rock - Americana |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cheerful, Joyful |
Similar Artists |
Ry Cooder, Joe Cocker |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The day after Christmas, feeling tired & old. My back is achin' oh & my feet are cold
It's such a long night, takes such a toll. Give me just one hit, oh to warm my soul
Just one shot, I promise that'll be it. You know you can trust me baby, cuz they call me old Saint Nick
But I gotta be careful, the clouds sure get thick. I guess those Christmas trees ain't the only thing that's lit
(chorus)
Hair of the reindeer hair of the dog. Wake me up, baby wake me up, wake me up lift up the fog
I ain't getting younger baby, ain't no easy job. Hair of the reindeer hair of the dog
You can go ask Rudolph why his nose is red. I ain't the only one with a achin' head
I just need to rest. Maybe stay in bed. Or maybe take a bite of what bit me instead
So I'll take a break until this time next year. Try to get in shape. Maybe trim my beard
Don't worry I'll be back. Kids you have no fear. But don't leave milk & cookies just leave me a beer
(chorus)
(instrumental) Chorus 2x