When I
Was
Small
I believed in
Santa
Claus, though I knew it was my dad
A lime would hang up my stocking at
Christmas
I'd put my presents and I'd be glad
But the last time I played for
Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came
over and mugged me
And I paraded to the floor
One, two, three for the harlequin
Give us the money,
don't mess around with those sick toys
Beat you up, don't have it over
We want your bread so don't
make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boy
Don't buy my sister a candy toy I don't
want a jigsaw or a nopally bunny
I only want the real
McCoy
Father
Christmas, give us the money
Don't mess about with those silly toys
We'll beat you up, down and over
We want your bread to night
But give my daddy a job
cause he needs it
He's got lots of mouths to feed
And if you've got one
I'll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids on the street
Father
Christmas, give us the money
Set us about with our silly toys
We'll you up with love and it all
We want you better and
make you some noise
Give all that's right to the little rich boy
Have yourself a merry little
Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids have got nothing
When you're drinking down
your wine
Father
Christmas, give us the money
Don't mess about
with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't
have your own money
We want your bread so don't
make us a line
Mama
Chris, give us the money
Cut us a bow with those two toys
We'll beat you up,
fight like the others
We want your bread,
so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boy