Get Out My Room

He's a big man with a with a really big sleigh yeah
That's why he needs eight deer to pull
Naughty Santa climbing down your chimney
Don't wanna know if your sack is full

He's a bad boy likes a big whisky
You can smell it on his tache and beard
Why does he sneak into your room at night
Come on mate ain't he a little bit weird

I ain't got a clue, who let you, into my house
But when I'm done with you you're going to be begging to get out
Cos you just rattatattatatted on on the wrong bedroom door
Get out my room fat man or you will be best friends with the floor

Get out my room fat man
Get out my room fat man
Get out my room fat man
This is my tune fat man

Get out my room fat man
Get out my room fat man
Get out my room fat man
Get out my fucking room

I never wanted a gift from you, so don't appear in my room all pissed cos
In reality it's you fat man who should be put on some government list
Don't be judging me, for the rest of the year, I only see you one night when I'm sleepy
Yeah you're not naughty or nice, I'll be honest mate you're a little bit creepy

Dashing through the snow, you're on the run from the bill
Oh what fun it is to ride an open sleigh on a pill
Silent night holy night whilst you're sneaking up to my bed
I saw mummy kissing Santa that's why I want you dead

So this dickhead shows up yeah
Plonks his sleigh right down on the roof with eight big fucking dogs pulling it
Jumps down the chimney and he's like, I swear down it's just soot on my nose
And I'm like, oh yeah, then why is my fucking mum crying

Get out my room fat man
Get out my room fat man
Get out my room fat man
This is my tune fat man

Get out my room fat man
Get out my room fat man
Get out my room fat man
Get out my room fat man



Credits
Writer(s): Lucie Isle
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