Up on the housetop reindeer paws, out jumps good ol' Santa Claus
Down thru the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, Christmas joy.

Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go,
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go-o
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick.

First comes the stocking of little Will
Oh, just see what a glorius fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks

Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go,
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go-o
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick.

Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go,
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go-o
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick.





JIMMY BUFFETT - "Up On The Housetop" lyrics

Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway

Here we know that Xmas will be green and bright
Sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say Merry Christmas to you.

[Repeat]





JIMMY BUFFETT - "Mele Kalikimaka" lyrics

Round up all the reindeer
You know you're the master mind
Run, run, Rudolph
Vixen can't be far behind.

[Chorus:]
Run, run, Rudolph,
Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make 'im hurry
Tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run, Rudolph
Spinnin' like a merry -go-round

Said Santa to the boy-child,
"What would you be longin' for?"
All I want for Xmas
Is a rock 'n rollin' 'lectric guitar
Then away went-a Rudolph
Streakin like a shootin' star

[Chorus]

Said Santa to the girl-child,
"What would you be pleased most to get?"
A little Barbie doll
That can cry, sleep, drink & wet
Then away went-a Rudolph
Streakin' like a Citation jet

[Chorus]





JIMMY BUFFETT - "Run, Rudolph, Run" lyrics

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 Xmas is more work than fun

He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow
Mr. Claus has a 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, half-frozen in life
The elves and that damn reindeer team

Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rum
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's like to be Peter Pan
Get out of his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand

Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Snata's 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 off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be alright
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight

Merry Christmas to all and to all good night





JIMMY BUFFETT - "Ho, Ho, Ho, And A Bottle Of Rum" lyrics

I'll be home for Christmas,
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistle toe
And presents 'neath the tree

Xmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Xmas
If only in my dreams





JIMMY BUFFETT - "I'll Be Home For Christmas" lyrics

Merry Christmas, Alabama
Merry Christmas, Tennessee
Merry Christmas, Louisiana
To St. Barth's and the Florida Keys

Merry Christmas, Mississippi
Where I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, Everyone

And Merry Christmas, Colorado
Though far from you all I have roamed
"Tis the season to remember
All the faces and the places that were home

"Tis the season to remember
And to count up all the ports of call I've known
And to thank his mercies tender
For I'm never far from home

Merry Christmas to my saints and guardian angels
Who protect me as I roam
All the faces and the places that were home

Guess my life's moved at near light speed
Since I started this wild and crazy run
Such a long way from that first birthday
Merry Christmas, Everyone

"Tis the season to remember
That we're never far from home

Merry Christmas, Everyone





JIMMY BUFFETT - "Merry Christmas, Alabama (Never Far From Home)" lyrics

Cameron's getting logical,
A Vulcan in disguise,
The mysteries of the night are
Putting sparkles in his eyes.

He's looking for sound reasoning,
But the best that I can do,
Is this transcendental story,
That I'll pass along to you.

Past the falls they call Victoria,
Down the river named the Nile,
Drifts a tiny little handmade boat,
It's shaped just like a smile.

And steered by a magician,
With the knowledge that he needs,
To keep him on his destined course,
Past the crocodiles and reeds.

He's the Admiral of the ocean,
The Lone Eagle in the sky,
He gave me my first sextant,
And he taught me how to fly.

It's been quite a lengthy passage,
From the dawn of time till now,
He has weathered the infernal storms
In his trusty petite dow.

He has soared about colossal waves,
Sailed the endless sea.
Sometimes he resembles you,
Sometimes he looks like me.

I saw him through my telescope,
On a cloudless night in June,
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon.

There are windows to the galaxies
And hallways to the past.
There are trapdoors to the future
And a splintered ancient mast.
There are relics from Apollo trips,
When the earthmen came to play,
And a hammock from a distant star,
Out in the Milky Way.

He's the Admiral of the ocean
The Lone Eagle in the sky.
He game me my first sextant
And he taught me how to fly.

I saw him through my telescope
On a cloudless night in June
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon.

A stripped bass breaks the surface
As the sunset fades away
And our journey from the Sea of Storms
Takes us home beside the bay.
We go fishing in the ocean
We go traveling back in time
Like the song says 'teach your children'
To go fishing with their minds.

Cameron's contemplating
I'm not sure just what he thinks
"Is my dad some kind of lunatic
With his stories and high hi-jinks".
Then he says when I get old and gray
And feel like I'm marooned,
He will take me in his rocket ship
To that beach house on the moon.





JIMMY BUFFETT - "Beach House On The Moon" lyrics

She was no marine back from the Philippines
She was their pride and job, their incarnation.
Her parents viewed the chief
With shock and disbelief
Looking for some other explanation.

The Indian, her back was poised for an attack.
She said 'a tattoo is a badge of validation'.
But the truth of the matter is far more revealing.
It's a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.

Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Amnesic episodes that never go away.
It's no complex memento, it's no subtle revealing.
Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.

Vegas in the rain, drunk on cheap champagne
He hears out of tune synthesized chapel bells
Painfully ringing.
Where's his limo ride? Who's this foreign bride?
Is this really Elvis spinning round the ceiling?

Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling,
Forgotten fabrications in the chapels of love.
What is this ring on his finger? Why is he kneeling?
She's just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.

Chromosomes and genes, spawn these fateful scenes.
Evolution can be mean, there's no 'dumb ass' vaccine.
Blame your DNA, you're a victim of your fate.
It's human nature to miscalculate.

To make up for the fight they go out for the night.
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll seems like the easiest answer.
But a short nine months later, there's no way of concealing,
That permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.

Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Amnesic episodes that never go away.
Complex mementos, not subtle revealings.
Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.





JIMMY BUFFETT - "Permanent Reminder Of A Temporary Feeling" lyrics

Missing link crouched upon a promontory rock
Tryin' to figure out his biological clock.
No one around to announce his arrival
So he's got to get to work on his sense of survival
Oh Oh, it's a dangerous world.

Over in China they got smart real fast
That's where they invented the man made blast.
They lost a few infers and some bamboo shacks,
But they gave birth to a tribe of pyromaniacs.

Oh oh, it's a dangerous world.
Fire in the sky, lava in the ocean,
Sittin' round waitin' for the next explosion

Back in the fifties they thought it made good sense
To teach all the school children about civil defense.
Don't be scared, do not cry,
Just dive under your desk and kiss your ass goodbye.

Oh oh, such a dangerous world.
It was a hell of a hustle, paranoia promotion
Waiting at ground zero, for the next explosion.

Where you gonna be
When it hits the fan
Got a plan
What you gonna do
If it lands on you
Where's your point of view.

Down at the beach club there's a sales convention
Night sky is the focus of that crowd's attention.
It's no cosmic collision just a fireworks show,
But they feel it in their hearts when those
Concussion bombs blow.

Oh oh, such a dangerous world
Gunpowder's louder than Newton's laws of motion.
Everybody's waitin' for the next explosion.

Firs in the sky, fallin' on the ocean
Sittin' round waitin' for the next explosion.





JIMMY BUFFETT - "Waiting For The Next Explosion" lyrics

Missing link crouched upon a promontory rock
Tryin' to figure out his biological clock.
No one around to announce his arrival
So he's got to get to work on his sense of survival
Oh Oh, it's a dangerous world.

Over in China they got smart real fast
That's where they invented the man made blast.
They lost a few infers and some bamboo shacks,
But they gave birth to a tribe of pyromaniacs.

Oh oh, it's a dangerous world.
Fire in the sky, lava in the ocean,
Sittin' round waitin' for the next explosion

Back in the fifties they thought it made good sense
To teach all the school children about civil defense.
Don't be scared, do not cry,
Just dive under your desk and kiss your ass goodbye.

Oh oh, such a dangerous world.
It was a hell of a hustle, paranoia promotion
Waiting at ground zero, for the next explosion.

Where you gonna be
When it hits the fan
Got a plan
What you gonna do
If it lands on you
Where's your point of view.

Down at the beach club there's a sales convention
Night sky is the focus of that crowd's attention.
It's no cosmic collision just a fireworks show,
But they feel it in their hearts when those
Concussion bombs blow.

Oh oh, such a dangerous world
Gunpowder's louder than Newton's laws of motion.
Everybody's waitin' for the next explosion.

Firs in the sky, fallin' on the ocean
Sittin' round waitin' for the next explosion.





JIMMY BUFFETT - "Waiting For The Next Explosion" lyrics