Santa is comingnShe's looking alrightnShe knows how to turn on a partynThey've turned down the lightsnn50 little black dressesnSilver trays of champagnenShe's looking at the card on your jacketnShe said, it's such a nice namennYou're just a cowboynYou like to ride alone on the rangenThere's a whole lot of love in the roomnYou feel like you are 18 againn18 againnnHit the spotlight and she started dancingnIn Santa Clause clothesnChristmas stocking hanging off her shouldernAnd a ring through her nosennLook out, she's coming overnYou're a long way from homenAnd you can tell me, she said, there's nobody listeningnJust pretend we are alonennYou're just a cowboynYou like to ride alone on the rangenThere's a whole lot of love in the roomnYou feel like you are 18 againn18 againnnShe made you feel like you were 18 againn18 againnnAll the board of directorsnThey're raising their glasses for younFeel the love on this night of nightsnYou are one of the chosen fewnnCall it the art of deceptionnYou are just trying to lighten the loadnPut your fear in the dangernThey call it the code of the roadnn18 againn18 againnnShe made you feel like you were 18 againn18 again