What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
You c****
Christmas comes but once a year
Bust me f*****' gut to get here
But when I do, I can't get in
Your house is a f*****' fortress
The chimney's gone, the doors are locked
The alarm goes off and you call the cops
Then the cops turn up and lock me up
Wouldn't give a flying f*** who I was
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Yeah, you c****
And then them f*****' elves are lazy c****
Wouldn't work in an iron lung
f*****' useless, every one of 'em
Gotta do the f*****' lot meself
And them reindeers are worse 'n the f*****' elves
Rudolph and that mob from Hell
I'll give 'em f*****' jingle bells
Come, ya lazy c****
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Useless c****
Gotta fly through sleet and blindin' snow
And dodge 'em planes and UFOs
And flyin' saucers and cops back home
That missus of mine's a f*****' idiot
Bit by dogs and frostbite, too
Kicked by kids and kangaroos
And up to me a*** in reindeer poo
I'm gettin' too old for all this s***
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Ungrateful c****
Then the f*****' kids, the little b******s
I oughta kick their f*****' a***s
Payback for some of the nasties
The little a***holes have done to me
They've spewed on themselves, there's s*** in their pants
There's chunder & s*** all over their hands
& they wipe in off on your f*****' beard
Ho, ho, f*****' ho
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Little c****
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
When I come back next year because
When I'm back in your neighborhood
Here's what you c**** had better do
Stoke the bong and stack the fridge
Or I'll fill up your house full of reindeer s***
and I'll leave f*** all for your mongrel kids
And you can sort the c**** out yerself
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Yeah, ya c****
[3x]
d*** ya b******s
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Yeah, ya mongrel b******s
Ho, ho, f*****' ho
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
You c****
Christmas comes but once a year
Bust me f*****' gut to get here
But when I do, I can't get in
Your house is a f*****' fortress
The chimney's gone, the doors are locked
The alarm goes off and you call the cops
Then the cops turn up and lock me up
Wouldn't give a flying f*** who I was
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Yeah, you c****
And then them f*****' elves are lazy c****
Wouldn't work in an iron lung
f*****' useless, every one of 'em
Gotta do the f*****' lot meself
And them reindeers are worse 'n the f*****' elves
Rudolph and that mob from Hell
I'll give 'em f*****' jingle bells
Come, ya lazy c****
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Useless c****
Gotta fly through sleet and blindin' snow
And dodge 'em planes and UFOs
And flyin' saucers and cops back home
That missus of mine's a f*****' idiot
Bit by dogs and frostbite, too
Kicked by kids and kangaroos
And up to me a*** in reindeer poo
I'm gettin' too old for all this s***
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Ungrateful c****
Then the f*****' kids, the little b******s
I oughta kick their f*****' a***s
Payback for some of the nasties
The little a***holes have done to me
They've spewed on themselves, there's s*** in their pants
There's chunder & s*** all over their hands
& they wipe in off on your f*****' beard
Ho, ho, f*****' ho
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Little c****
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
When I come back next year because
When I'm back in your neighborhood
Here's what you c**** had better do
Stoke the bong and stack the fridge
Or I'll fill up your house full of reindeer s***
and I'll leave f*** all for your mongrel kids
And you can sort the c**** out yerself
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Yeah, ya c****
[3x]
d*** ya b******s
So, what about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
What about poor old Santa Claus
Yeah, ya mongrel b******s
Ho, ho, f*****' ho