When I was small I believed in Santa Claus, though I knew it was my dad. And I would hang up my stalking 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 get my brother a Steve Austin outsit, don't get my sister a cuddly toy, don't want a jigsaw or Monopoly money, we only want the real Macoy. 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 gots 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. 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. 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. 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. Have yourself a Merry Merry Christmas, have yourself a good time. But remember the kids who got nothing, while your drinking down your wine!