Santa

Santa is a Bastard, and i`m telling you why,
I want that f*ck to f*ck off and die.
He`s a cheat and a low life who you can`t trust one bit,
That bearded twat is a little ****.

Up in the North Poll he sits at leisure each year,
work as Christmas is his only fear.
He treats his elfs totally crap and treats them bad.
That Red suited b*stard is totally sad.

A couple of years ago i sent a letter to old Saint Nic,
And his response made me totally sick.
All i got was some sweets, socks and a digital watch,
Next time i see him i`ll kick is crotch.

A plane, a plane is all that i put in my little letter,
and that year i could not have behaved any better.
For the local priesthood i sang and i carried,
Only for them i`d now be married.

I`m now aged 48 and make a last appeal to the bearded one,
Please grant my wish - just this one.
A fisherprice plane is all i request,
Please leave it, with a bottle of Bud under my office desk.

For the past 41 years you have let me down,
You have made my Christmas into a Christmas frown.
So this year make me smile, make me smile from cheek to cheek.
And make this last in 07 for every week.