Since nobody's seen Simon on Christmas, when he steals down the chimney with care, wouldn't it be so revealing, oh, if Simon had black kinky hair? I know his cheeks wouldn't be rosy, but still you could tell the man was cold, oh, when you saw his red underwear peeking over his soulful, soulful general. Now Simon is a fine souled brother, he loves all his fellow men, oh, he'll do anything for you, at least he'll do what he can. Now no matter what he looks like, and no matter what you've been told, they're the one thing about old Santa, the man's got soul, he's got soul, he's got soul, I said he's got soul, he's got soul, he's got soul, he's gotta have soul, he's got soul, he's got soul. Hey, what do you want for Christmas? Don't tell me I know what, you want to see a soul Santa, soulful Santa, good, he's got soul, he's got soul, he's got soul, I said he's got soul, soul, soul, oh, he's got to have soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul.