Santa's got a mullet, and he's coming Christmas Eve   Santa's got a mullet, he's bringing gifts for you and me   Frosty has a stovepipe hat, and Rudolph's nose is red   Santa's got a mullet sitting on his head      Santa's got a mullet, keep on looking out for him   Driving in his IROC, with the killer rims   Santa has a mullet as he's streaking through the night   Jamming to Foghat and drinking Coors Light      Singing Fa la la la la la la la la la la la la la   Singing Fa la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la      Angels up in heaven are plucking on their harps,   Santa's wearing Oakleys, and he's looking mighty sharp      Santa's got a mullet, he's got presents for all of 'ya   I thought he was from the North Pole, but he must be from Canada   Oh yeah Santa's coming, don't you worry, he won't be long   Santa's got a mullet   Yeah Santa's got   Santa's got   Santa's got a schlong   A schlong!