Hey Santa claus ya cunt!
Where's ma fucking bike?
I've unwrapped all this other junk and there's nothing that I like.
I wrote ye a fucking letter and I come to see ye twice
Ya worn out geriatric fart, ye forgot ma fucking bike.
If I wanted a pair of bloody thongs, I woulda fuckin' asked.
And this cowboy suit and ping pong set ye can shove right up your arse!
You've stuffed ma bloody order up
It's enough to make ye spew
And I'm not the only one who's raging
Ma sisters pissed off too!
Hey santa clause ya cunt!
Where's ma fucking pram?
Ye promised me you'd bring me one, and ye remember who I am.
'Cause I'm the little girl who ye made sit right on your hand
I'll give you fucking ho ho ho
Ye forgot ma fucking pram
Next time I come to see ye, I'm gonnae punch ye in the guts
And I'll let your fucking reindeer go and kick Rudolf in the nuts!
You just wait tae next year, when you go to that store
And me and ma wee sister, come stomping through the door
And we'll say, aye.... you wait for it
Hey mums and dads you smell his breath and check his bloodshot eyes
And don't listen to him boys and girls 'cause he tells fucking lies
He's just a piss take and a pervert, and he's not even very bright
'Cause the old fucking wanker Forgot me fucking bike.
You wait ya auld cunt, I'm gonnae stick ye in
Tell me old man on you, he's gonna punch your fucking lights out
"I saw mummy sucking santa clause"
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