I always loved the "cheeky" sentiment of this one.
Ray Davies sure can write a song. Graham is a huge Kinks fan.
A sort of twisted Christmas song, probably closer to reality than we'd like to think.
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lyrics
When I was young I believed in Santa Claus
My brother said it was 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 came over and mugged me
They knocked my reindeer to the floor
And 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 it over
We want your bread so don't make u s annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Don't give my brother a Get Better Album
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 the 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 'cos he needs one
He's got lots of mouths to feed
And if you've got one I'll take a new cell phone
So I can be like the kids on the street
Have yourself a merry merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the folks who got nothing
And try to share if you've got some wine.
Father Christmas give us some money
We've got no time for your silly toys
Father Christmas please hand it over
We'll beat you up so don't make us annoyed
Father Christmas give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
credits
from Holiday Sweaters,
released December 18, 2010
written by Ray Davies, adapted by Get Better