When I was small I believed in Santa Claus,
though I knew it was my dad. And I would hang up
my stalking at Christmas, open my presents and
Id be glad.
But the last time I played Father Christmas I
stood outside a department store. A gang of kids
came over and mugged me, and knocked my reindeer
to the floor.
They said: Father Christmas give us some money.
Dont mess around with those silly toys. Well
beat you up if you dont hand it over. We want
your bread so dont make us annoyed. Give all
the toys to the little rich boys.
Dont get my brother a Steve Austin outsit, dont
get my sister a cuddly toy, dont want a jigsaw
or Monopoly money, we only want the real Macoy.
Father Christmas, give us some money, well beat
you up if you make us annoyed. Father Christmas,
give us some money, dont mess around with those
silly toys.
But give my daddy a job cause he needs one. He
gots lots of mouths to feed. But if youve got
one, Ill have a machine gun so i can scare all
the kids down the street.
They said: Father Christmas give us some money.
Dont mess around with those silly toys. Well
beat you up if you dont hand it over. We want
your bread so dont make us annoyed. Give all
the toys to the little rich boys.
They said: Father Christmas give us some money.
Dont mess around with those silly toys. Well
beat you up if you dont hand it over. We want
your bread so dont make us annoyed. Give all
the toys to the little rich boys.
They said: Father Christmas give us some money.
Dont mess around with those silly toys. Well
beat you up if you dont hand it over. We want
your bread so dont make us annoyed. Give all
the toys to the little rich boys.
Have yourself a Merry Merry Christmas, have
yourself a good time. But remember the kids who
got nothing, while your drinking down your wine!
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