Jacqui Naylor - Father Christmas

When I was small I believed in Santa Claus
Although 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 gang of kids they came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor

They said
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand them 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 new ski 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 some money
We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some 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 take a toy gun
So I can scare the kids down the street

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

Have yourself a merry merry Christmas
Have yourself a real good time
But remember the kids who've got nothin'
While you're drinkin' down your wine

Father Christmas, won't you give us your money
We got no time for your silly toys