Lyrics
Alan:
Hey guys, what's the problem?
The Chipmunks:
The weather.
Alan:
What do you mean? It's warm and beautiful outside.
Alvin:
Exactly. No snow, no Santa which means I've been good all year for nothing!
Theodore:
This is gonna be a miserable Christmas.
Alan:
Well, maybe not fellas.
Well I've been sorta worried
About Santa Claus this year
Alvin:
You're worried? My life's riding on this delivery.
Alan:
'Cause we live way down south
And it didn't snow down here
But I'm telling you not to worry
'Cause I just got the word
Everybody listen closely
And I'll tell you what I heard
The Chipmunks:
What!
Alan:
Santa's comin' in a pickup
Instead of his trusty sleigh
He'll have a truck instead of a reindeer
To carry him on his way
'Cause the weatherman had some problems
He couldn't get snow you see
Santa's gonna come in a pickup truck
When he visits you and me
Alvin:
Oh boy, this is great! This means we can get our presents.
Theodore:
What are you asking for Alan?
Alan:
Well, you know, peace on Earth and good will toward men.
Alvin:
Excellent! More room in the pickup for my stuff.
Alan:
Alvin, don't you think you might be missing the point of Christmas?
Alvin:
Nope.
Alan & The Chipmunks:
Santa can't bring his reindeer
He'll leave them far away
Theodore:
Will they be alright?
Simon:
They'll be fine.
Alan & The Chipmunks:
But don't you worry 'bout him
He's gonna be here Christmas day
He's got a big red pickup
With four-wheel drive and all
And there's gonna be a Merry Christmas
A Merry Christmas for all
Santa's comin' in a pickup
The Chipmunks:
Yeah!
Alan & The Chipmunks:
Instead of his trusty sleigh
He'll have a truck instead of a reindeer
To carry him on his way
'Cause the weatherman had some problems
He couldn't get snow you see
Santa's gonna come in a pickup truck
When he visits you and me
Yeah, Santa's gonna come in a pickup truck
When he visits you and me
Alvin:
Now Alan, about this pickup. We're talking really huge, right?
Not one of those mini-cabs.
Alan:
Well, I'm not sure Alvin. Why? What are you asking for?
Alvin:
A plane.
Alan:
You mean one of those remote things?
Alvin:
No! A 747 and a pickup's not gonna cut it.
Look, as long as he's changing his means of transportation, why doesn't he drive a, a-a train?
Alan:
A train?
Simon:
A train wouldn't be practical Alvin.
It needs tracks, so it would only stop in certain areas.
Alan:
Guys, I got to tell you now you really are missing the point here.
Theodore:
Wait, wait, I know! What about a, a-a blimp?
Alvin:
Brilliant Theodore! Alan, call Santa.
He'll listen to you, especially since you don't want anything.
Alan:
I'm not calling Santa, Alvin.
Alvin:
Tell him to dump the pickup. We need something much bigger.
Alan:
No, you need to think much smaller.
Alvin:
Easy for you to say. You're not a kid anymore.
Alan:
Even as a kid I never asked for a 747.
Theodore:
That's because they didn't have 'em when you were a kid.
Alan:
Hey, I'm not that old!
Alvin:
Simon, get Santa on the phone.
Tell him Alan Jackson, the famous Country singer, wants to talk to him.
Alan:
Simon, put that phone down.
Simon:
Hello, Santa?
Alan:
Simon! I said put that phone down.
Simon:
Yes, I have Mr. Alan Jackson.