Текст песни
It was Christmas Eve, just past noon,
The engines roared a jingle tune.
Red suits on and boots to match,
Beards that barely held the patch.
A dozen dads from down the street,
Revved up joy on two-wheeled heat.
Santa rides a Harley in our town,
Spreading cheer while tearing down.
No sleigh, no reins, no silent night,
Just chrome and laughter in the light.
With candy canes and leather gloves,
They roll like rebels full of love.
Kids came running, eyes so wide,
As Santa's lined the countryside.
One tossed toys, one rang a bell,
One did donuts just for the yell.
They waved to folks with hearty grins,
Like Christmas outlaws born to win.
Santa rides a Harley in our town,
Spreading cheer while tearing down.
No sleigh, no reins, no silent night,
Just chrome and laughter in the light.
With candy canes and leather gloves,
They roll like rebels full of love.
They parked beneath the old town tree,
Sipped hot cocoa, wild and free.
Soot and snow on every boot,
But hearts as warm as reindeer loot.
And every year, we know the sound,
Of Christmas thunder rolling round.
Santa rides a Harley in our town,
Spreading cheer while tearing down.
No sleigh, no reins, no silent night,
Just chrome and laughter in the light.
With candy canes and leather gloves,
They roll like rebels full of love.
Yeah, Christmas roars where engines glow,
That's how our neighborhood rolls.