Squirrel Nut Zippers - 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! 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! 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! Jim: santa, is it really you? Santa: why, yes Jim: i've been waiting for you all night, and look at all these presents! are they for me, santa? Santa: ho ho hooold on a minute now boy. i done check my list twice and you don't get no presents Jim: what list? don't tell me you're takin' them back! Santa: how 'bout this nice lump of coal? Jim: don't tell me you're an indian giver! Jim: (cries) Santa: ho ho ho Jim: not santa