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Hayseed Dixie - Father Christmas текст песни

Исполнитель: Hayseed Dixie

альбом: Grasswhoopin' Party Pack, Vol. 2


When I was small
I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stocking 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 group 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 your toys to the little rich boys
Don't give my brother a superman 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
And 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 just remember the kids who got nothin'
While you're drinkin' down your wine
I said
Father Christmas, give us the money
Don't mess aroung 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 your toys
To the little rich boys

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