One   Two      One   Two   Three      When I was young I believed in Santa Clause    Though I knew it was my dad   And I would laid out stockings at Christmas   Open my presents and I'd be glad      But then one day I was playing Father Christmas   I stood outside a department store   A gang of kids came over and mugged me   And knocked the reindeer to the floor      They said, "Father Christmas give us some money   Don't mess around with those silly toys   We'll beat you up if you don't hand them over   We want your bread so don't make us annoyed   Give all the toys to the little rich boys"      Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit   Don't give my sister a cuddly toy   We don't want a jigsaw or Monopoly money   We only want the real McCoy      Father Christmas give us some money   We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed   Father Christmas give us some money   Don't mess around with those silly toys      But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one   He's got a lot of mouths to feed   But if you have one I'll have a machine gun   So I can scare all the kids on the street      Father Christmas give us some money   Don't mess around with those silly toys   We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over   We want your bread so don't make us annoyed   Give all the toys to the little rich boys      Have yourself a merry merry Christmas   Have yourself a good time   But don't forget all the kids who have nothing   While you're drinking down your wine      Father Christmas give us some money   Don't mess around with those silly toys   We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over   We want your bread so don't make us annoyed   Give all the toys to the little rich boys      Have yourself a merry merry Christmas   Have yourself a good time