A-B-See this guy right here?
His photo on the mantle makes it perfectly clear
That’s because, I'm Mrs. Santa Claus
S-T-You know, I’m his dame
There's only one who gets it done, and he's my flame
I love his jingle, I'm Mrs. Kris Kringle
My girlfriends often wonder how I stand the north pole (pole).
What to wear… do people stare… where does he get that coal (coal coal)?
The answer true, I’m tellin’ you is in this tune
The joy and magic felt on Christmas night and noon
Is nowhere near the love sincere that makes his fav'rite gal swoon
M-N-Oh I love him so
In all the years that fly on by the more I know
I get my kicks, as Mrs. Saint Nick
G-H-I’m his valentine
The only note I ever wrote was “Santa, will you please be mine?”
I’m the luckiest broad, I'm Mrs. Santa Claus
