Letras
Look at Santa, man
Aw yeah
Santa hit the Power Ball in January
Left the North Pole to Rudolph and the old tooth fairy
For a 90210 neighborhood
Yeah, Santa's gone Hollywood, yeah
He's got no bills, blue pills, he's hung up his sack
Mrs. Claus is looking hot, she's even got a new rack
She's been nip-tucked, liposucked and tightened up good
Yeah, Santa's gone Hollywood
Now look at that deep dark tan
He's the king of TV land
He's even got a band and I hear they're good, real good
Yeah, Santa's gone Hollywood
He's got court-side seats at all the Lakers games
Even got his own star on the Walk of Fame
Got a Maserati, paparazzi all on his hood
Yeah, Santa's gone Hollywood
He's rockin' on the Sunset Strip
The party's at the Kringle crib
And if you're on the naughty list, it's all good, real good
Santa's gone Hollywood
That's it
Yeah, things have sure changed since they won a hundred million
He's gone brunette and she's gone Brazilian
A medical card and a case of the munchies
And sometimes he talks to the Easter Bunny
Now Santa's got sex appeal
They've offered him a movie deal
And Oprah would interview him if she could
But she can't 'cause Santa's gone Holly
He's never been so jolly
Ho ho Hollywood
That's it
Ho ho Hollywood
Santa's gone Hollywood now
Santa's gone A-list, baby, that's it
Where's all the ho-ho-ho's?