The Turtles Santa and the Sidewalk Surfer song lyrics

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?

(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 guarache 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)

Oh, ho, ho, ho! (Please, I gotta have all those things, Santa)

Oh, ho, ho, ho! (I gotta, Santa, I'll hit you in the mouth if I can't have all those things, please Santa)

Oh, ho, ho, ho! (I gotta be a real sidewalk surfer)

Oh, Merry Christmas, little boy (Shootin' the curb and bust your buns)

Go home, little boy (Oh, please Santa)

Oh, go home (Please, I gotta be a real sidewalk surfer)

Merry Christmas! Oh, go home (Oh, golly Santa)