Cash, Cash, Cash (A Christmas Song)
Artist: Heywood Banks
Album: Pretending I'm Not Home
Song: Cash, Cash, Cash
I want to thank you Old St. Nick
For the stuff that you leave on the eve of Christmas Day
Worldwide overnight delivery's quite a trick
And it ain't no wonder that you ain't got time to shave
I know that you've been making me a toy up in the Arctic
And I hope this letter reaches you before you've time to start it
Some folks like their Christmases all blue, or even white
But for me, the color green is exactly right
Santa don't you bother with the chimney no more
Stick my present into an envelope and slide it under the door
'Cause nothing says Merry Christmas like cash, cash, cash
Don't need two front teeth, or mistletoe kisses
Jacks and Franklin and Grant's my wishes
All I want for Christmas is cash, cash, cash
Oh the size is perfect and the style is right
You know that it's a color I dig
And never ever ever would you hear me say
"Does this money in my pocket make my butt look big?"
Show me what the holiday spirit's about
With a nice wire transfer into an off-shore account
'Cause nothing says Merry Christmas like cash, cash, cash
Santa don't you be no Ebeneezer
And pay off the balance on this here Visa
'Cause nothing says Merry Christmas like cash, cash, cash
Oh the size is perfect and the style is right
You know that it's a color I dig
And never ever ever would you hear me say
"Does this money in my pocket make my butt look big?"
Santa don't you bother with the chimney no more
Stick my present into an envelope and slide it under the door
'Cause nothing says Merry Christmas like cash, cash
Nothing says Merry Christmas like cash, cash
Nothing says Merry Christmas like cash, cash, cash
