What About Poor Old Santa Claus Lyrics

Kevin Bloody Wilson What About Poor Old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

You cunt



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 cunt



And then them f..ckin' elves are lazy cunts

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 Hell

I'll give 'em f..ckin' jingle bells

Come, ya lazy cunts



So, what about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

Useless cunts



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 arse in reindeer poo

I'm gettin' too old for all this shit



So, what about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

Ungrateful cunts



Then the f..ckin' kids, the little bastards

I oughta kick their f..ckin' arses

Payback for some of the nasties

The little arseholes have done to me



They've spewed on themselves, they've shit in their
pants

It's thunderin' shit 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 cunts



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 cunts had better do



Stoke the bong and stack the fridge

Or I'll fill up your arse full of reindeer shit

Now leave, f..ck off, you mongrel kids

And you can sort the cunt's sack yerself



So, what about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

Yeah, ya cunts



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Damn ya bastards



So, what about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

Yeah, ya mongrel bastards



Ho, ho, f..ckin' ho