Send a postcardnFrom the Caribbean coast in your heartnYou've got the warmth to melt the polesnnIn AlaskanThere's no refrigerator needednIt's always cold and cold and coldnnBut you could make those people sweatnLike never beforenYou'd heat their soulsnWith your golden heartnnWhen you're with usnAs long as that we'll celebratenOur Christmas in Adventure ParksnnAnd we will wear our swimming suitsnUnder the treenYou'll heat our soulsnWith your golden heartnnSing us the song that your mother sangnTo make you sleepnnSave our soulsnWith your golden heart