I believed in Santa Claus,
though I knew it was my dad.
Hang -up the stockings at Christmas,
I'd open presents and I'd be glad.
And knocked my reindeer to the floor
They said, Father Christmas,
Don't mess around with your silly toys
Don't give my sister a cotton toy
We only want the real McCoy
Don't mess around with your silly toys
I'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
He's got a lot of mouths to feed
So I can shoot all the kids down by street
Don't mess around with your silly toys
I beat you up, you don't hand it over
Give all the joys to the little rich boys
Have yourself a very merry Christmas,
have yourself a good time
Remember the kids who got nothing,
while you're drinking down
don't mess around with your silly toys
We'll beat you up so don't
Don't mess around with your silly toys
Give all the toys to the little rich boys