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what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

you c-nt

christmas comes but once a year

bust me f-ckin’ gut to get here

but when i do, i can’t get in

your house is a f-ckin’ fortress

the chimney’s gone, the doors are locked

the alarm goes off and you call the cops

then the cops turn up and lock me up

wouldn’t give a flying f-ck who i was

so, what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

yeah, you c-nt

and then them f-ckin’ elves are lazy c-nts

wouldn’t work in an iron lung

f-ckin’ useless, every one of ’em

gotta do the f-ckin’ lot meself

and them reindeers are worse ‘n the f-ckin’ elves

rudolph and that mob from h-ll

i’ll give ’em f-ckin’ jingle bells

come, ya lazy c-nts

so, what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

useless c-nts

gotta fly through sleet and blindin’ snow

and dodge ’em planes and ufos

and flyin’ saucers and cops back home

that misses ’em, mine’s a f-ckin’ idiot

bit by dogs and frostbite, too

kicked by kids and kangaroos

and up to me -rs- in reindeer poo

i’m gettin’ too old for all this sh-t

so, what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

ungrateful c-nts

then the f-ckin’ kids, the little b-st-rds

i oughta kick their f-ckin’ -rs-s

payback for some of the nasties

the little -rs-holes have done to me

they’ve spewed on themselves, they’ve sh-t in their
pants

it’s thunderin’ sh-t all over their aunts

now wipe in off on your f-ckin’ beard

ho, ho, f-ckin’ ho

so, what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

little c-nts

so, what about poor old santa claus

when i come back next year because

when i’m back in your neighborhood

here’s what you c-nts had better do

stoke the bong and stack the fridge

or i’ll fill up your -rs- full of reindeer sh-t

now leave, f-ck off, you mongrel kids

and you can sort the c-nt’s sack yerself

so, what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

yeah, ya c-nts

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d-mn ya b-st-rds

so, what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

what about poor old santa claus

yeah, ya mongrel b-st-rds

ho, ho, f-ckin’ ho

- kevin bloody wilson

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