Jacqui Naylor - Father Christmas lyrics

When I was small I believed in Santa Claus Although 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 they 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 them 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 new ski 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 take a toy gun So I can scare the kids down the street Father Christmas, give us some money We got no time for your silly toys We'll beat you up if you don't hand over We want your bread so don't make us annoyed Give all your toys to the little rich boys Have yourself a merry merry Christmas Have yourself a real good time But remember the kids who've got nothin' While you're drinkin' down your wine Father Christmas, won't you give us your money We got no time for your silly toys ...