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 '54 convertible too—light blue. I'll wait up for you, dear Santa baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight. Bridge: Think of all the fun I've missed; Think of all the fellows that I haven't kissed. Next year I could be just as good If you'd 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, Bridge 2: 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. Coda: Hurry down the chimney tonight, Hurry tonight.