Little St. Nick

We're not with all our believed in Santa Claus, though I knew it was my dad. And I would hang up my stock in the Christmas, open my presents and I'd be there. But the last of my late father's Christmas, asked for the outside of the apartment store.

A king of kids came all very lovely And I'm a reindeer to the floor They saved all the Christmas Give us some money So get your round but don't see the choice We'll be surviving Don't have an offer We won't your plans so really cause a noise Give all the joys To the little rich boys

Don't be my brother, receive lost in outfit Don't give my sister a cuddle of joy We don't wanna change, sorrow and not believe money We only want the real McCoy On the Christmas, give us a money Don't be your wife, it don't make us annoyed On the Christmas, give us a money Don't let someone with no sweet choice

Fucking my daddy and child, cuz he needs more He's got lots of mouths to fear But he's got more of an evil machine gun So I can skip all the kids down the street Before the Christmas is a money We got more time for your sweet joy We'll meet you up with your heavy over

We want your breath to make us a toy Give all the toys to the little rich boys Have you felt all the way down the streets? Have you felt all the time?

But when I'm a kid you should do nothing Why you trickin' down your mind? Father Christmas, give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys Father Christmas, give us some money What beat you up if you make this a noise?