Lyrics

Funky Santa, upstairs at BB King's.
Got a beer in his hand
Jelly belly shakin'
That mirth he's makin'
Funky Santa

Funky Santa, walking down Beale Street in red.
Left behind his sled.
Smoking a stogie
No one sitting on his knee
Funky Santa

Funky Santa, eating red beans and rice
That's mighty nice
He's tired of the snow
Wants somewhere warm to go
Funky Santa