From Coney Island to The Sunset Strip Somebody's gonna make a happy trip tonight while the moon is bright He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys To give the groanies of the girls and boys So dig Santa comes on big He'll come a calling when the snows the most When all you cats are sleeping warm as toast And you gonna flip when Old Saint Nick Takes a lick on the peppernint stick He'll come a flying from a higher place And fill the stocking by the fire place So you'll have a yule that's cool Yeah from Coney Island to The Sunset Strip Somebody's gonna make a happy trip tonight while the moon is bright Behind a reindeer with a blinking nose He's looking groovy in his same ol' clothes he's red in his souped-up sled He's on a mission and he will not shirk down the chimney yeah he gets to work That Mr.C is H-O-T Santa won't you light my Christmas tree He'll come a flying from a higher place And fill the stocking by the fireplace So you'll have a yule that's cool Have a yule that's cool y'all