Ooh, merry Christmas, Santa
Christmas comes this time each year
Ooh
Well, way up North where the air gets cold
There's a tale about Christmas that you've all been told
And a real famous cat all dressed up in red
And he spends the whole year workin' out in his sled
It's the little Saint Nick
(Ooh, little Saint Nick)
It's the little Saint Nick
(Ooh, little Saint Nick)
Just a little bobsled, we call it old Saint Nick
But she'll walk a toboggan with a four speed stick
She's candy apple red with a ski for a wheel
And when Santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel
It's the little Saint Nick
(Ooh, little Saint Nick)
It's the little Saint Nick
(Ooh, little Saint Nick)
Run, run reindeer
Run, run reindeer, whoa
Run, run reindeer
Run, run reindeer
(He don't miss no one)
He's hauling through the snow at a frightnin' speed
With a half a dozen deer with a Rudy to lead
He's gotta wear his goggles 'cause the snow really flies
And he's cruisin' every pad with a little surprise
It's the little Saint Nick
(Ooh, little Saint Nick)
It's the little Saint Nick
(Ooh, little Saint Nick)
Ah, ooh, merry Christmas, Santa
(Christmas comes this time each year)
Ah, ooh, merry Christmas, Santa
(Christmas comes this time each year)
(Ah, ooh, merry Christmas, Saint Nick)
(Christmas comes this time each year)
The Beach Boys - The Beach Boys' Christmas Album Lyrics
The Beach Boys - The Beach Boys' Christmas Album Lyrics
Writer: Michael Love, Brian Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Man With All the Toys
He's the man with all the toys
Someone found a lighted house late one night
And he saw through the window a sight
A big man in a chair
And little tiny men everywhere
He's the man with all the toys
Well how thrilled that someone must have been
And he must have been tempted to go in
He stayed out in the cold
And when he left them he told
About the man with all the toys
He's the man with all the toys
The man with all the toys
He's the man with all the toys
Writer: BRIAN DOUGLAS WILSON, MIKE E. LOVE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Santas Beard
I wanna meet Santa Claus, the real real Santa
I wanna meet Santa Claus, the real real Santa
I wanna see Santa Claus, the real real Santa
He wants to meet ol' Santa Claus
I wanna meet Santa Claus, the real real Santa
I wanna see Santa Claus, the real real Santa
He wants to meet ol' Santa Claus
I took my brother to the department store
He wanted to show Santa his Christmas list
He stood in line and he shook like a leaf
He's only five and a half goin' on six
He said, "Is that (that Santa) really Santa Claus, really really (the real Santa) Santa Claus?
Is that (that Santa) really Santa Claus, really really Santa? (I hope he doesn't pull Santa's beard)
Is that (that Santa) really Santa Claus, really really (the real Santa) Santa?"
Hope he thinks that's Santa Claus
I picked him up and put him on Santa's lap
And then he pulled the pillow out of his shirt
He yanked the beard right on off of his chin
And in his eyes I could see he was hurt
He said, "You're not (not Santa) really Santa Claus, you're really not (the real Santa) Santa Claus
You're not (not Santa) really Santa Claus, you're really not Santa (he shouldn'ta pulled Santa's beard)
You're not (not Santa) Santa Claus, you're really not (the real Santa) Santa"
He's just helpin' Santa Claus
He's just helpin' (helpin' Santa) Santa Claus, the real (the real Santa) real Santa
He's helpin' (helpin' Santa) Santa Claus, the real (the real Santa) real Santa
He's just helpin' (helpin' Santa) Santa Claus, the real (the real Santa) real Santa
He's just helpin' Santa Claus
He's just helpin' (helpin' Santa) Santa Claus, the real (the real Santa) real Santa
He's just helpin' (helpin' Santa) Santa Claus, the real (he shouldn'ta pulled Santa's beard) real Santa
He's just helpin' (helpin' Santa) Santa Claus, the real (the real Santa) real Santa
He's just helpin' Santa Claus
Writer: MICHAEL LOVE, BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Merry Christmas Baby
My baby she told me
She don't want to hold me (oh, no!)
And kiss my lips anymore
She's gonna leave me
And she don't believe me
That I'll be true now
Well maybe she don't love me
And is not thinkin' of me
But why'd she do it this time of year?
She knows that I'll miss her
And I'll want to kiss her
If just for Christmas
[Chorus]
Merry Christmas, baby
Merry Christmas, baby
Merry Christmas, baby
Tell me, what did I do
To really convince you
That I'm not the guy anymore?
Take back my ring now
I'll do anything now
But please forgive me
I made my mistake but
I'm willing to wake up
And never mess around anymore
Oh why did we break up?
There's still time to make up
If just for Christmas
[Chorus]
I made my mistake but
I'm willing to wake up
And never mess around anymore
Oh why did we break up?
There's still time to make up
If just for Christmas
[Chorus]
Merry Christmas, baby
She don't want to hold me (oh, no!)
And kiss my lips anymore
She's gonna leave me
And she don't believe me
That I'll be true now
Well maybe she don't love me
And is not thinkin' of me
But why'd she do it this time of year?
She knows that I'll miss her
And I'll want to kiss her
If just for Christmas
[Chorus]
Merry Christmas, baby
Merry Christmas, baby
Merry Christmas, baby
Tell me, what did I do
To really convince you
That I'm not the guy anymore?
Take back my ring now
I'll do anything now
But please forgive me
I made my mistake but
I'm willing to wake up
And never mess around anymore
Oh why did we break up?
There's still time to make up
If just for Christmas
[Chorus]
I made my mistake but
I'm willing to wake up
And never mess around anymore
Oh why did we break up?
There's still time to make up
If just for Christmas
[Chorus]
Merry Christmas, baby
Writer: Johnny Dudley Moore, Lou Baxter
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Christmas Day
The Christmas spirit grows with each new day
And it's so close but seems so far away
And yet it comes only once a year
And 'fore you know it, it's already here
The streets are filled with laughter
And so many hearts are gay
Everybody helps to make the spirit bright
The houses turn on their Christmas lights at night
It's worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you
And I'll never outgrow the thrill of Christmas day
It's worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you
And I'll never outgrow the thrill of Christmas day
It's worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you
And it's so close but seems so far away
And yet it comes only once a year
And 'fore you know it, it's already here
The streets are filled with laughter
And so many hearts are gay
Everybody helps to make the spirit bright
The houses turn on their Christmas lights at night
It's worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you
And I'll never outgrow the thrill of Christmas day
It's worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you
And I'll never outgrow the thrill of Christmas day
It's worth the wait the whole year through
Just to make happy someone like you
Writer: BRIAN WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Frosty The Snowman
Frosty the Snowman
Was a jolly happy soul
With a corn-cob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal
Was a jolly happy soul
With a corn-cob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal
Frosty the Snowman
Is a fairy tale they say
He was made of snow
But the children know
How he came to life one day
There must have been some magic
In that old silk hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around
Frosty the Snowman
Was alive as he could be
And the children say
He could laugh and play
Just the same as you and me
Frosty the Snowman
Knew the sun was hot that day
So he said, "Let's run
And we'll have some fun
Now before I melt away"
Down to the village
With a broomstick in his hand
Running here and there
All around the square
Saying, "Catch me if you can"
He led them down
The streets of town
Right to the traffic cop
And he only paused a moment
When he heard them holler, "Stop!"
Frosty the Snowman
Had to hurry on his way
But he waved goodbye
Saying, "Don't you cry
I'll be back again some day"
Writer: Jack Rollins, Steve Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
We Three Kings Of Orient Are
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts, we traverse far
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder star
Bearing gifts, we traverse far
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder star
Oh, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain
Gold we bring to crown him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Oh, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Guide us to the perfect light
Frankincense to offer have I
Incense owns a deity nigh
Prayer and praising, all men raising
Worship God on high
Oh, star of wonder, star of might
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Guide us to the perfect light
Writer: . TRADITIONAL, CARL WILLIAM DOY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Blue Christmas
I'll have a Blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue thinkin' about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won't mean a thing if you're not here with me
I'll have a Blue Christmas, that's certain
And when that blue heartache starts hurtin'
You'll be doin' all right with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue, Blue Christmas
You'll be doin' all right with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue, Blue Christmas
I'll be so blue thinkin' about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won't mean a thing if you're not here with me
I'll have a Blue Christmas, that's certain
And when that blue heartache starts hurtin'
You'll be doin' all right with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue, Blue Christmas
You'll be doin' all right with your Christmas of white
But I'll have a blue, Blue Christmas
Writer: Billy Hayes, Jay W Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, DEMI MUSIC CORP. D/B/A LICHELLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, DEMI MUSIC CORP. D/B/A LICHELLE MUSIC COMPANY
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's making a list
He's checking it twice
He's gonna find out
Who's naughty or nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's sees you when you're sleeping
He knows if you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness' sake
Oh, you better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town
He's sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness' sake
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus, yes, Santa Claus
Santa Claus is coming to town
Writer: John Coots, Haven Gillespie
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, HAVEN GILLESPIE MUSIC PUB CO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, HAVEN GILLESPIE MUSIC PUB CO
White Christmas
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleighbells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmasses be white
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmasses be white
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleighbells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmasses be white
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmasses be white
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Ill Be Home for Christmas
I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
Writer: Buck Ram, Kim Gannon, Walter Kent
Copyright: Lyrics © GANNON & KENT MUSIC CO, CARLIN AMERICA INC
Copyright: Lyrics © GANNON & KENT MUSIC CO, CARLIN AMERICA INC
Auld Lang Syne
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And days of Auld Lang Syne
For Auld Lang Syne, my dear...
And never brought to mind
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And days of Auld Lang Syne
For Auld Lang Syne, my dear...
Hi, this is Denny, and speaking for the rest of the guys I'd like to say that it has been a great pleasure for all of us to bring you this Christmas album. We hope you will treasure it the way we do. And if you hap happen to be listening to this album right now, Mike, Brian, Carl, Al and I would like to wish every one of you a very merry Christmas, and we hope the new year brings you as much happiness as this year has brought us. Thank you very much.
...May old acquaintance be forgot
And days of Auld Lang Syne
Writer: PAUL J. FREDERICK, ROBERT BURNS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., MEGATRAX PRODUCTION MUSIC, INC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., MEGATRAX PRODUCTION MUSIC, INC, BMG Rights Management
The Beach Boys' Christmas Album is the seventh studio album by the American rock band the Beach Boys, released November 9, 1964 on Capitol Records. It contains five original songs and seven standards on a Christmas theme. The album proved to be a long-running success during subsequent Christmas seasons, initially reaching No. 6 on Billboard's Christmas LP's chart in its initial release and eventually going gold. Music historian James Perone wrote that it is "regarded as one of the finest holiday albums of the rock era".
While leader Brian Wilson produced and arranged the rock songs, he left it to Dick Reynolds (an arranger for the Four Freshmen, a group Wilson idolized) to arrange the 41-piece orchestral backings on the traditional songs to which the Beach Boys would apply their vocals. One single was released from the album, the original song "The Man with All the Toys" backed with the group's rendition of "Blue Christmas". "Little Saint Nick", a single which had already been released the previous year, was included on the album.
In 1977, the Beach Boys attempted to follow the album with Merry Christmas from the Beach Boys, but it was rejected by their label. The entire Christmas Album plus selections from the Merry Christmas sessions were later assembled for the 1998 compilation Ultimate Christmas.
Genre(s):
Pop, Christmas While leader Brian Wilson produced and arranged the rock songs, he left it to Dick Reynolds (an arranger for the Four Freshmen, a group Wilson idolized) to arrange the 41-piece orchestral backings on the traditional songs to which the Beach Boys would apply their vocals. One single was released from the album, the original song "The Man with All the Toys" backed with the group's rendition of "Blue Christmas". "Little Saint Nick", a single which had already been released the previous year, was included on the album.
In 1977, the Beach Boys attempted to follow the album with Merry Christmas from the Beach Boys, but it was rejected by their label. The entire Christmas Album plus selections from the Merry Christmas sessions were later assembled for the 1998 compilation Ultimate Christmas.
Producer(s): Brian Wilson
Length: 27:37
Released: November 9th, 1964
Year: 1964