He's got a fuzzy white beard 'neath a great big smile. A bright red hat you could see for a mile. A bag full of goodies and a great big grin. Here comes Santa Claus, again.
Well everybody got something on their mind that they like to talk about. Well I got something that I'm proud of and it's a wood choppin' about. Oh well I don't want a string of big fine cars and I don't want no fancy yacht.
Well, there's not a girl around that can make me settle down. 'Cause I'm a happy go lucky truck driver. I'm happy and carefree yeah and that's just how I wanna be.