I Don't Wanna Be Santa
Snow is falling, and I'm feeling sick
A stack of letters addressed to St. Nick
And I don't think I can read another word
You tell me, "Think about the kids"
But daddy's gettin' drunk and mommy got the 'vid
And I don't think they believe anymore
No, I don't think I believe anymore
I don't wanna be Santa this Christmas
I'm not jolly, and I don't have any cheer
I don't wanna be the dude in red
I just want to stay in bed
I don't wanna be Santa this year
Last year felt like a curse
This year was somehow worse
I've got enough shit on my back
What good's a plastic toy
When society's depleted of joy?
So I'm not putting nothin' in my sack
Yeah, I'm ditching red and only wearing black
I don't wanna be Santa this Christmas
I'm not jolly, and I don't have any cheer
I don't wanna be the dude in red
I just want to stay in bed
I don't wanna be Santa this year
Jaded old St Nicholas (I don't want)
Wants to stay away (be like)
From every living soul (Jesus)
Until Christmas Day (this year)
Christmas Eve is coming soon, and I'm a sad old man
So stay the hell away from me
Fuck off, if you can!
I don't wanna be Santa this Christmas
I'm not jolly, and I don't have any cheer
I don't wanna be the dude in red
I just wanna get high instead
I don't wanna be Santa this year
Oh, no
Merry Christmas you filthy animal
And a happy new year
A stack of letters addressed to St. Nick
And I don't think I can read another word
You tell me, "Think about the kids"
But daddy's gettin' drunk and mommy got the 'vid
And I don't think they believe anymore
No, I don't think I believe anymore
I don't wanna be Santa this Christmas
I'm not jolly, and I don't have any cheer
I don't wanna be the dude in red
I just want to stay in bed
I don't wanna be Santa this year
Last year felt like a curse
This year was somehow worse
I've got enough shit on my back
What good's a plastic toy
When society's depleted of joy?
So I'm not putting nothin' in my sack
Yeah, I'm ditching red and only wearing black
I don't wanna be Santa this Christmas
I'm not jolly, and I don't have any cheer
I don't wanna be the dude in red
I just want to stay in bed
I don't wanna be Santa this year
Jaded old St Nicholas (I don't want)
Wants to stay away (be like)
From every living soul (Jesus)
Until Christmas Day (this year)
Christmas Eve is coming soon, and I'm a sad old man
So stay the hell away from me
Fuck off, if you can!
I don't wanna be Santa this Christmas
I'm not jolly, and I don't have any cheer
I don't wanna be the dude in red
I just wanna get high instead
I don't wanna be Santa this year
Oh, no
Merry Christmas you filthy animal
And a happy new year
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Writer(s): Nick Faber
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