"Father Christmas" lyrics

Alright, let's try it and remember
Try it? Don't worry about it
No, no, wanna try it?
Yeah

You ready, Eren?
You bet
Okay
Hahahahaha

Nat, you feelin' good?
Yeah
Big man, you got your saxophone?
Alright
One, two, one, two, three four

When I was four
I believed in Santa Claus
Though 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 came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor
They said

Father Christmas, give us the 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

Whoo
Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Don't give my sister a cuddly toy
We don't want a jigsaws or monopoly money
We only want the real McCoy

Father Christmas, give us the money
We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us the 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
And if you've got one, I'll take a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down on my street
C'mon

Father Christmas, give us the 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

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

Father Christmas, give us the 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
Hey

Father Christmas give us the 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

Yeah
Alright
Haha
Aye

Hahaha (hahaha)
Merry Christmas
Uh huh