"Father Christmas" lyrics
(originally by The Kinks)
When I was small, I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew he 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 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 it over
We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed
Give our 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 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
Give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one
He's got lots of mouths to feed
And can you melt down all the machine guns
So the kids are safe on the streets?
Father Christmas
Give us 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 our toys
To the little rich boys
Have yourself a merry, merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothing
While you're drinking down your wine
Father Christmas
Give us 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 us some money
Don't mess around with 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 our toys
To the little rich boys
Though I knew he 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 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 it over
We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed
Give our 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 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
Give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one
He's got lots of mouths to feed
And can you melt down all the machine guns
So the kids are safe on the streets?
Father Christmas
Give us 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 our toys
To the little rich boys
Have yourself a merry, merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothing
While you're drinking down your wine
Father Christmas
Give us 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 us some money
Don't mess around with 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 our toys
To the little rich boys
Writer(s): Ray Davies
