The night Santa went crazy    (video)

 

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1. Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys,

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    for the good gentile girls and the good gentile boys.

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    When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death,

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    he had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath.

 

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2. From his beard to his boots, he was covered in ammo,

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    like a big, fat, drunk, disgruntled, Yuletide Rambo.

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    And he smiled as he said, with a twinkle in his eye,

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    "Merry Christmas to all ! Now you're all gonna die !"

 

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    The night Santa went crazy,

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    the night Saint Nick went insane,

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    realized he'd been getting a raw deal,

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    something finally must have snapped in his brain.

 

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3. Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it,

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    everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet.

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    And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage,

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    and he ground up poor Rudolph into      reindeer sausage.

 

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+  He got Dasher and Prancer with an old German luger,

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    and he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger.

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    And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen,

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    and he took a big bite, and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"

 

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    The night Santa went crazy,

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    the night Kris Kringle went nuts.

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Now you       can't hardly walk       around the North Pole,

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    without steppin' in reindeer guts.

 

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+        There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.,

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    there's a van from the Eyewitness News.

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    and helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky.

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    And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin',

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    and everyone's dyin' to know : Oh, Santa, why ?

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    My my my my my my, you used to be such a jolly guy !

 

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4.     Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' time,

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    in a federal prison for his infamous crime.

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    Hey, little friend, now, don't cry no more tears,

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    he'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years.

 

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    But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous,

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    and the elves all got jobs working for the       postal service.

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    And they say Mrs. Claus, she's on the phone every night,

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    with her lawyer negotiating the        movie rights.

 

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They're talkin' ‘bout the night Santa went crazy,

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    the night St. Nicholas flipped.

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    Broke his back for some       milk and cookies,

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    sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped.

 

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Woah,       the night Santa went crazy,

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    the night St. Nick went insane.

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    Realized he's gettin' a raw deal,

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    something finally must have snapped in his brain.

 

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+  Woah,        something finally must have snapped in his brain,

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    tell ya,        something finally must have snapped - - - in his brain.

 

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(orig. = capo 3rd)    (Weird Al Yankovic)