When I was four, I believed in Santa Claus Though I knew it was my dad And I would hang up my stockings at Christmas Open my presents and I'd 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 the 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 We don't want a jigsaw or Monopoly money We only want the real McCoy
Father Christmas, give us the money We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed Father Christmas, give us the money Don't mess around with those silly toys
But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one He's got lots of mouths to feed But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun So I can scare all the kids down the street
Father Christmas, give us the 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 good time But remember the kids who got nothin' While you're drinkin' down your wine
Father Christmas, give us the 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 us your money Don't mess around with 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
