Day: December 8, 2012

  • Kevin Bloody Wilson — Hey, Santa Claus

    Current mood: annoyed, bored, bummed, cranky

    Quite often I get to thinking how as kids we got by
    Like at Christmas time at our house we couldn’t even afford a fire

    But we made do with what we had back then when I was young
    Dad used to suck a peppermint and we’d all sit around his tongue

    We couldn’t afford no sparkling tinsel for our Christmas tree
    So we’d just wheel old Granddad in and make the old cunt sneeze
    (ahh-CHOO… wheel him round the other side nanna)

    But things changed pretty bloody quick, I’ve got kids now of me own
    And I heard ‘em unwrap their pressies, last night when I got home

    Hey Santa Claus you cunt, where’s me fuckin’ bike?
    I’ve unwrapped all this other junk and there’s nothing that I like
    I wrote you a fuckin’ letter and I come to see you twice
    You worn out geriatric fart, you forgot me fuckin’ bike

    If I’d a’ wanted a pair of bloody thongs, I would have bloody asked
    And this cowboy suit and ping pong set you can shove right up your arse
    You’ve stuffed me bloody order up, it’s enough to make you spew
    But it’s not just me who’s snakey, me sister’s dirty too

    Hey Santa Clause you cunt, where’s me fuckin’ pram?
    You promised me you’d bring me one, you remember who I am
    Cause I’m the little girl what you made sit right on your hand
    I’ll give you fuckin’ ho ho ho, you forgot me fucking pram

    Next time I come to see ya I’m gonna punch you in the guts
    And I’ll let your fuckin’ reindeer go and kick Rudolf in the nuts
    You just wait til next year, when you get back to that store
    And me and me little sister come stomping through the door

    And we’ll say, yeah you wait for it:
    Hey mum’s and dad’s 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 tank and a pervert, and he’s not even very bright
    Cause the old fuckin’ wanker forgot me fuckin’ bike

    Hey Santa Claus you cunt, where’s me fuckin’ bike?
    I’ve unwrapped all this other junk and there’s nothing that I like
    I wrote you a fuckin’ letter and I come to see you twice
    You worn out geriatric fart, you forgot me fuckin’ bike

    Fuckin’ dob you in you old cunt
    Tell me old man on you, he’ll punch your fuckin’ lights out
    I saw mummy sucking Santa Claus


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