Music and lyrics, J. Javits & P. Springer
Sung by Eartha Kitt
Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree,
for me.
Been an awful good girl, Santa Baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa Baby, a Fifty-four convertible too,
light blue.
I'll wait up for you dear, Santa Baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Think of all the fun I've missed.
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed.
Next year, I could be just as good --
If you'll check off my Christmas list.
Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot.
Been an angel all year, Santa Baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa, Honey, one little thing -
I really need the deed
to a platinum mine, Santa Baby.
So, hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa, Cutie, and fill my stocking
with a duplex ... and checks.
Sign your 'X' on the line,
Santa, Cutie,
and hurry down the chimney tonight.
Come and trim my Christmas tree
with some decorations bought at Tiffany.
I really do believe in you.
Let's see if you believe in me.
Santa Baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring.
I don't mean on the phone, Santa Baby,
so hurry down the chimney tonight.
Hurry down the chimney tonight.
Hurry . . . Tonight.
