Father Xmas

Father Christmas (圣诞老人) - Bad Religion

When I was young

I believed in santa claus

Though I knew it was my dad

And I would hang up

My stocking at christmas

Open my presents

Then 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

Well 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

Hes 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

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 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