Santa Clause is a fat bastard

Verse 1
Hey listen up kids, got something you’ll wanna hear
Santa smokes crack and he drinks lots of beer
While the elfs do all the work he sits on his arse
He’ll only get up to grab another wine cask
When the elfs arn’t building toys they’re making santa’s drugs
Or calming santa down as he hallucinates crawling bugs
He makes ‘em work for free whether they like it all not
If you step out of line your rounded up and shot

Chorus
Santa clause
Santa clause is a fat bastard
etc etc

Verse 2
After years of eating fatty foods covered in tons of grease
surely by now he’s got coronary heart disease
I mean come on how fat do you really wanna be
With out the aid of a mirror his dick he wouldn’t see
Mr’s Clause left him, gee I wonder fuckin’ why
I can see the attraction of a fat git who can’t die
Without his fiftty reindeer he wouldn’t get around
Cause it’s the only way santa is ever coming to town

Chorus

Verse 3
Listen up kids got something you wanna hear
santa just died he drunk his last beer
no more presents or yuletide fun
now that santa ate the big one

Chorus
Santa clause was a fat bastard

Lyrics by Greg Redfern
Music by Greg Redfern

All Songs Copyright Operation Lager 1999
(Greg Redfern , Ben Saxon , Justin Spaull , Steven Gero and Alan Whitehead)