Another (Acceptable) Christmas Song

When I was small I believed in Santa Clause,
though I knew it was my dad.
And I would hang up my stocking 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 give my brother a Steve Austin outfit,
don't give my sister a cuddly toy.
We don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money,
we only want the real McCoy.

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's got 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.

Father Christmas, give us some money,
we got no time for your silly toys.
We'll want your bread so don't get 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 nothin'
while you're drinkin' down your wine.

Father Christmas, give us some money,
don't mess around with your 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.


A lovely little gem from the sadly under-rated Kinks. Not played nearly enough during the holiday season.