"Indian Giver" lyrics

Well, I've got a friend who lives across town
Every year when Christmas rolls around
He gives me my Christmas presents in a paper sack
Two hours later he wants it back

He's an Indian Giver
Indian Giver

I ran to my momma I was hollerin' and crying
She sent me to my poppa and I ain't lying
He gave me some advice it sounded all right
But you know that he took it back later that night

He's an Indian Giver
Indian Giver
Indian Giver
Indian Giver

Gonna write Santy Claus a valentine
Please, Santy Claus, won't you be mine?
When you bring around the presents in a 'leven foot sack
Please, Mr. Santy, don't take 'em back!

Don't be no Indian Giver
Indian Giver
Indian Giver
Indian Giver

Santa, is it really you?
Why, yes
I've been waiting for you all night, and look at all these presents! Are they for me, Santa?
Ho ho hold on a minute now, boy. I done check my list twice and you don't get no presents
What list? Don't tell me you're takin' them back!
How 'bout this nice lump of coal?
Don't tell me you're an Indian Giver!
Ho ho ho
Not Santa