Текст песни Santa and the Sidewalk Surfer - The Turtles

Ho, ho, ho!
And what do you want for Christmas, little boy?
(Gee, Santa, I want a bicycle)
Well, if you're a good little boy
Your wish will be granted
(Thank you, Santa) next

And what do you want for Christmas, little boy?
Gee, Santa, I want to be a real live sidewalk surfer
And I want a genuine Wiamea bun-bustin' skateboard
And, and a bottle of peroxide
And, and a hundred and fourteen Freddie and the Snowmen surfin' records
And a Fender electric twangy surf guitar
(Alright)

Is that all?
Gee, no it isn't, Santa
If I'm gonna be a real live genuine sidewalk surfer
I, I gotta have a torn white sweat shirt
And, and a pair of cut-off blue jeans
And some guaracha sandals
And a subscription to Surfer Magazine
Surfer Magazine?

Well, little boy, I hope that's all you want for Christmas?
As a matter of fact, no, Santy, it isn't
See, if I'm gonna be a real genuine sidewalk surfer
I gotta be one of the boys
And, and I gotta have a whole bunch of surfboard decals
And fifteen copies of Miserlou
And, and a surfer dictionary
And a big box of band-aids

Band-aids?
Why would you want band-aids for Christmas?
Well, Santa, if I'm a sidewalk surfer
I'm gonna be out shootin' the curb
And when I fall and bust my buns
I gotta fix myself up

Oh, ho, ho, ho
Oh, ho, ho, ho (oh, please, Santa, please)
Oh, Merry Christmas, little boy (I wanna be a real sidewalk surfer)
Merry Christmas (oh, please, Santa, please)
Oh, ho, ho, ho (I gotta have all those things, Santa)
Oh, ho, ho, ho (I gotta, Santa, I'll hit you in the mouth)
Oh, ho, ho, ho (I gotta have all those things Santa)

Oh, Merry Christmas, little boy (I gotta be a real sidewalk surfer shootin' the curb)
Go home, little boy (and bust your bums)
Oh, go home (please, Santa, please)
Merry Christmas, oh, go home (I wanna be a real sidewalk surfer Santa)
(Oh gully Santa)