(lyrics by jimmy buffett & ross kunkel-   Music by jimmy buffett roger guth & peter mayer)   Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near   He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years   He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns   He hates to admit it, but christmas is more work than 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      Ho ho ho and a bottle of rhum   Santa's run off to the caribbean   He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun   Ho ho ho and a bottle of 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      Chorus:   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      (bridge)      Chorus:   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      (over the drums)   Merry christmas to all and to all a good night