Paul Allen - I saw santa signing on Lyrics
Paul Allen Lyrics
I saw santa signing on Lyrics
It's Christmas time in moshlands and the supermarket roof glows red. Grandad's roasting his nuts by the fire, he's off his f*ckin' head. The kids all dancing 'round the tree, grandma's f*ckin' trippin'.
Then a voice say's "Oh, put that bong down, finish those cans, you lot should be kippin'.
Santa's coming anytime now, don't ask me when don't ask me how, he only seems to work part-time, one day a year it's such a crime. I f*ckin' knows what's goin' on, that fat bastard's signing on.
He f*ckin' is, I'm telling you. I f*ckin' seen him mone.
Being Santa is o.k, it could be a good crack, who else do you know got a job for life but still ends up with a sack. I think Santa's being naughty, keeping it all to himself. He don't need no UB40 he got the National Health, twat.
Santa's coming anytime now, don't ask me when don't ask me how, he only seems to work part-time, one day a year it's such a crime. I f*ckin' knows what's goin' on, I seen that bastard signing on.
It was him, I f*ckin' seen him, honest now boys, darn it he was standing in the f*ckin' queue, big f*ckin' red suit on, lazy twat. Oh on my f*ckin' rent-man's life, I wouldn't f*ckin' lie to you boys, it was f*ckin' sa..., Oh well f*ck off then if you don't believe me. Oh, Santa you can f*ck off and all.
Now Christmas time is a special time, you musn't stop believing, Christmas time is a special time for giving and receiving, Christmas time is a special time but the prices are f*ckin' shockin'. Her indoors weighs 18 stone, I'll never fill her f*ckin' stockin'.
If I was Santa things would change, we'd all live in a grotto, flog that tree down cash exchange and all get f*ckin' blotto. If Santa comes 'round our house, he'll have such a greetin', he'll also have a f*ckin' shock 'coz we got central heating, Oh
Santa's coming anytime now, don't ask me when don't ask me how, he only seems to work part-time, one day a year it's such a crime. I f*ckin' knows what's goin' on, I seen that bastard signing on. I f*ckin' knows what's goin' on, I seen that bastard signing on.
Merry Christmas, now F*CK OFF
F*ckin' Santa, if I sees him he'll have the f*ckin' head, I'm telling you.
Then a voice say's "Oh, put that bong down, finish those cans, you lot should be kippin'.
Santa's coming anytime now, don't ask me when don't ask me how, he only seems to work part-time, one day a year it's such a crime. I f*ckin' knows what's goin' on, that fat bastard's signing on.
He f*ckin' is, I'm telling you. I f*ckin' seen him mone.
Being Santa is o.k, it could be a good crack, who else do you know got a job for life but still ends up with a sack. I think Santa's being naughty, keeping it all to himself. He don't need no UB40 he got the National Health, twat.
Santa's coming anytime now, don't ask me when don't ask me how, he only seems to work part-time, one day a year it's such a crime. I f*ckin' knows what's goin' on, I seen that bastard signing on.
It was him, I f*ckin' seen him, honest now boys, darn it he was standing in the f*ckin' queue, big f*ckin' red suit on, lazy twat. Oh on my f*ckin' rent-man's life, I wouldn't f*ckin' lie to you boys, it was f*ckin' sa..., Oh well f*ck off then if you don't believe me. Oh, Santa you can f*ck off and all.
Now Christmas time is a special time, you musn't stop believing, Christmas time is a special time for giving and receiving, Christmas time is a special time but the prices are f*ckin' shockin'. Her indoors weighs 18 stone, I'll never fill her f*ckin' stockin'.
If I was Santa things would change, we'd all live in a grotto, flog that tree down cash exchange and all get f*ckin' blotto. If Santa comes 'round our house, he'll have such a greetin', he'll also have a f*ckin' shock 'coz we got central heating, Oh
Santa's coming anytime now, don't ask me when don't ask me how, he only seems to work part-time, one day a year it's such a crime. I f*ckin' knows what's goin' on, I seen that bastard signing on. I f*ckin' knows what's goin' on, I seen that bastard signing on.
Merry Christmas, now F*CK OFF
F*ckin' Santa, if I sees him he'll have the f*ckin' head, I'm telling you.
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