What About Poor Old Santa Claus Lyrics

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

You cunt

Christmas comes but once a year

Bust me fuckin' gut to get here

But when I do, I can't get in

Your house is a fuckin' fortress

The chimney's gone, the doors are locked

The alarm goes off and you call the cops

Then the cops turn up and lock me up

Wouldn't give a flying fuck who I was

So, what about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

Yeah, you cunt

And then them fuckin' elves are lazy cunts

Wouldn't work in an iron lung

Fuckin' useless, every one of 'em

Gotta do the fuckin' lot meself

And them reindeers are worse 'n the fuckin' elves

Rudolph and that mob from Hell

I'll give 'em fuckin' jingle bells

Come, ya lazy cunts

So, what about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

Useless cunts

Gotta fly through sleet and blindin' snow

And dodge 'em planes and UFOs

And flyin' saucers and cops back home

That misses 'em, mine's a fuckin' idiot

Bit by dogs and frostbite, too

Kicked by kids and kangaroos

And up to me arse in reindeer poo

I'm gettin' too old for all this shit

So, what about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

Ungrateful cunts

Then the fuckin' kids, the little bastards

I oughta kick their fuckin' arses

Payback for some of the nasties

The little arseholes have done to me

They've spewed on themselves, they've shit in their
pants

It's thunderin' shit all over their aunts

Now wipe in off on your fuckin' beard

Ho, ho, fuckin' ho

So, what about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

Little cunts

So, what about poor old Santa Claus

When I come back next year because

When I'm back in your neighborhood

Here's what you cunts had better do

Stoke the bong and stack the fridge

Or I'll fill up your arse full of reindeer shit

Now leave, fuck off, you mongrel kids

And you can sort the cunt's sack yerself

So, what about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

Yeah, ya cunts

[3x]

Damn ya bastards

So, what about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

What about poor old Santa Claus

Yeah, ya mongrel bastards

Ho, ho, fuckin' ho