Ole Santa

Don't let me over, we want your breath, so we make us a noise Give our choice to the little rich boys Don't be my brother and Steve lost in outfit Don't give my sister a kindly toy Don't want the cheeks, I don't want to leave money We only want the real McCoy On the Christmas, give us a money

We'll be too wide, it can make us annoyed On the Christmas, give us a money Don't let you round without a single choice But can my daddy and child, cuz he needs one? He's got lots of mouths to feed We've got more to have a machine gun So I can skip all the kids down the street

We're the Christmas in the ceremony We just, we're the time for your sweet joy We'll meet you up with the children at the oven We want your friends, we'll make us a toy Give all the joy to the little rich boys Have yourself a heart and every time that you miss Have yourself a good time, but when the blood keeps you gonna thin

Why are you drinking down? You want me to be here You want me to be here? Father Christmas, give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys Father Christmas, give us some money We'll beat you up if you make us a naughty Father Christmas, give us some money We'll count on time when you'll see it's a toy

We'll beat you up if the job ended over We want your breath so we'll make us a naughty Give all the toys To the little rich parts