Father Christmas

When I was young, I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stockings on Christmas
Open my presents and not be glad

But the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside the department store
A gang of kids came over and robbed me
They knocked my reindeer to the floor
They said

"Father Christmas, give me some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys, to the little rich boys"

Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Don't give my sister a cuddly toy
Don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real McCoy

"Father Christmas, give me some money
We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give me some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys"

But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one
He's got a lot of mouths to feed
But if you got it, I'll take that machine gun
So I can scare all the pricks on my street
Hell yeah!

"Father Christmas, give me some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys, to the little rich boys"

Have yourself a merry, merry Christmas
Have yourself a real good time
But don't forget the kids who got nothing
While you're drinking down your wine

"Father Christmas, give me some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Father Christmas, please hand it over
We'll beat you up, so don't make us annoyed"

"Father Christmas, give me some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread, so don't think this annoyed
Give all the toys, to the little rich boys"



Credits
Writer(s): Dave Davies
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