Cary Brothers - Father Christmas lyrics

One, two, one, two, three

When I was young I believed in Santa Clause

Though I knew it was my dad

And I would laid out stockings at Christmas

Open my presents and I'd be glad


But then one day I was playing Father Christmas

I stood outside a department store

A gang of kids came over and mugged me

And knocked the 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 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 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 a lot of mouths to feed

But if you have one I'll have a machine gun

So I can scare all the kids on the street


Father Christmas give us 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


Have yourself a merry merry Christmas

Have yourself a good time

But don't forget all the kids who have nothing

While you're drinking down your wine


Father Christmas give us 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


Have yourself a merry merry Christmas

Have yourself a good time






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