Cary Brothers - Father Christmas Lyrics
One, two, one, two, threeWhen I was young I believed in Santa ClauseThough I knew it was my dadAnd I would laid out stockings at ChristmasOpen my presents and I'd be gladBut then one day I was playing Father ChristmasI stood outside a department storeA gang of kids came over and mugged meAnd knocked the reindeer to the floorThey said, "Father Christmas give us some moneyDon't mess around with those silly toysWe'll beat you up if you don't hand them overWe want your bread so don't make us annoyedGive all the toys to the little rich boys"Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfitDon't give my sister a cuddly toyWe don't want a jigsaw or Monopoly moneyWe only want the real McCoyFather Christmas give us some moneyWe'll beat you up if you make us annoyedFather Christmas give us some moneyDon't mess around with those silly toysBut give my daddy a job 'cause he needs oneHe's got a lot of mouths to feedBut if you have one I'll have a machine gunSo I can scare all the kids on the streetFather Christmas give us some moneyDon't mess around with those silly toysWe'll beat you up if you don't hand it overWe want your bread so don't make us annoyedGive all the toys to the little rich boysHave yourself a merry merry ChristmasHave yourself a good timeBut don't forget all the kids who have nothingWhile you're drinking down your wineFather Christmas give us some moneyDon't mess around with those silly toysWe'll beat you up if you don't hand it overWe want your bread so don't make us annoyedGive all the toys to the little rich boysHave yourself a merry merry ChristmasHave yourself a good time
