Father Christmas

When I was young I believed in Santa Clause, though I knew it was my dad.
And I would hang up my stockings on Christmas, open my presents and not be glad
But though I saw my plain 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

Fucking 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