Santa was in trouble
'Cause his reindeer were on strike
And his little helpers wouldn't help at all
And Christmas time was nigh
So he ran an ad in the Rolling Stone
For someone to lend a hand
And ended up with an out-of-work crew
From a burned out rock-and-roll band
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
We got a gig at Christmas time
Helping Santa Claus
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
It's Christmas time, so stock up the fridge
And lock up your dope and daughters
There were ten of them in total
Huge, big, ugly men
Covered in tats and battle scars
Six teeth between all ten
And not a brain between them
Just all this blubber and brawn
But Santa knew they'd have to do
To help him Christmas morn'
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
We got a gig at Christmas time
Helping Santa Claus
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
It's Christmas time, so stock up the fridge
And lock up your dope and daughters
Rippin' rooms to pieces
Like f****** sniffer dogs
Knock off your dope, s*** your daughter
And knock off all your grog
A mindless mess of chaos
Entrusted to St. Nick
A stampede of stupidity
To help him with his gig
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
We got a gig at Christmas time
Helping Santa Claus
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
It's Christmas time, so stock up the fridge
And lock up your dope and daughters
So if you want to be a Santa's roadie
Then all you need to know
Is how to rage and party all night
And how to handle snow (sniff, sniff)
So if you'd like to help out Santa
And you're prepared to have a go
Just chug-a-lug a beer and say after me
Ho, ho, f****** ho
(Ho, ho, f****** ho)
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
We got a gig at Christmas time
Helping Santa Claus
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
It's Christmas time, so stock up the fridge
And lock up your dope and daughters
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Its Christmas time so stock up the fridge
And lock up your dope and daughters
'Cause his reindeer were on strike
And his little helpers wouldn't help at all
And Christmas time was nigh
So he ran an ad in the Rolling Stone
For someone to lend a hand
And ended up with an out-of-work crew
From a burned out rock-and-roll band
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
We got a gig at Christmas time
Helping Santa Claus
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
It's Christmas time, so stock up the fridge
And lock up your dope and daughters
There were ten of them in total
Huge, big, ugly men
Covered in tats and battle scars
Six teeth between all ten
And not a brain between them
Just all this blubber and brawn
But Santa knew they'd have to do
To help him Christmas morn'
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
We got a gig at Christmas time
Helping Santa Claus
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
It's Christmas time, so stock up the fridge
And lock up your dope and daughters
Rippin' rooms to pieces
Like f****** sniffer dogs
Knock off your dope, s*** your daughter
And knock off all your grog
A mindless mess of chaos
Entrusted to St. Nick
A stampede of stupidity
To help him with his gig
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
We got a gig at Christmas time
Helping Santa Claus
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
It's Christmas time, so stock up the fridge
And lock up your dope and daughters
So if you want to be a Santa's roadie
Then all you need to know
Is how to rage and party all night
And how to handle snow (sniff, sniff)
So if you'd like to help out Santa
And you're prepared to have a go
Just chug-a-lug a beer and say after me
Ho, ho, f****** ho
(Ho, ho, f****** ho)
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
We got a gig at Christmas time
Helping Santa Claus
We're Santa's f*****' roadies
Santa's f*****' roadies
It's Christmas time, so stock up the fridge
And lock up your dope and daughters
[x2]
Its Christmas time so stock up the fridge
And lock up your dope and daughters