Father Christmas (from "Punk Goes Christmas" compilation)

When I was young I believed in Santa Clause, though I knew it was my dad.
And I would hang up my stockings on Christmas, open my presents and not be glad.
But though I saw my plain Father Christmas, I stood outside the department store.
A gang of kids came over and robbed me, they knocked my reindeer to the floor.
They said,

Father Christmas give me 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.

Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit, don't give my sister a cuddly toy.
Don't want a jigsaw or Monopoly money, we only want the real McCoy.

Father Christmas give me some money, we want your bread so don't make us annoyed.
Father Christmas give me some money, don't mess around with those silly toys.

Fucking my daddy a job cause he needs one, he's got a lot of mouths to feed.
But if you got it I'll take that machine gun, so I can scare all the pricks on my street.
Hell yeah!

Father Christmas give me some 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 real good time.
But don't forget the kids who got nothing,
While you're drinking down your wine.

Father Christmas give me some 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 me 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 think this annoyed.
Give all the toys, to the little rich boys.