Father Christmas - The Kinks

When I was small 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 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

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 lots of mouths to feed

But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun

So I can scare all the kids down the street

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

Give all the toys to the little rich boys

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 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