Oh, here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
And all them stinkin' reindeer
Well, I believe in Santa Claus
Yeah, I believe that he's a p****
And though he comes but once a year
It's enough to make me sick
Him an' his Christmas spirit
Are really a lotta bunk
I'll have to bust my a** for another year
Just to pay for all this junk
Oh, here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
And all them stinkin' reindeer
('Elves' whistling chorus)
Elf: Oh boy, here he comes. Oh, s***! Back to work!
Well, I believe in Santa
though he's got me in a mess
'Cause I'm over the limit on my MasterCharge
My Visa and American Express
Well, I'm a-sweatin' an' grievin'
'Bout this money mess I'm in
He'll be up there sittin' on his BIG FAT a**
Until Christmas comes again
Oh, here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
And all them stinkin' reindeer
Oh, here comes fatty with his ho ho hos
And there my money all go go goes
I'd like to punch him in his big red nose
And he'd wish he never came here
Oh, here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
And all them stinkin' reindeer
Here's to all you mothers and fathers,
grandmas and grandpas, aunts and uncles.
Anyone who's ever been pushed and shoved,
kicked and beaten, scratched and clawed
doing your last minute Christmas shopping
Here's to everyone who's ever been
sucked in by those crummy TV commercials
that tell you if you don't spend 500 bucks
on your kids, you're a cheap slob.
Here's to all those ruptured bank accounts
and battered credit cards.
Y'know it happens every time that fat little
b****** in the red suit shows up
Here's to all of you. This is your song
So come on and let's get into the spirit!
Oh, here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
And all them stinkin' reindeer
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
And all them stinkin' reindeer
Well, I believe in Santa Claus
Yeah, I believe that he's a p****
And though he comes but once a year
It's enough to make me sick
Him an' his Christmas spirit
Are really a lotta bunk
I'll have to bust my a** for another year
Just to pay for all this junk
Oh, here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
And all them stinkin' reindeer
('Elves' whistling chorus)
Elf: Oh boy, here he comes. Oh, s***! Back to work!
Well, I believe in Santa
though he's got me in a mess
'Cause I'm over the limit on my MasterCharge
My Visa and American Express
Well, I'm a-sweatin' an' grievin'
'Bout this money mess I'm in
He'll be up there sittin' on his BIG FAT a**
Until Christmas comes again
Oh, here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
And all them stinkin' reindeer
Oh, here comes fatty with his ho ho hos
And there my money all go go goes
I'd like to punch him in his big red nose
And he'd wish he never came here
Oh, here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
And all them stinkin' reindeer
Here's to all you mothers and fathers,
grandmas and grandpas, aunts and uncles.
Anyone who's ever been pushed and shoved,
kicked and beaten, scratched and clawed
doing your last minute Christmas shopping
Here's to everyone who's ever been
sucked in by those crummy TV commercials
that tell you if you don't spend 500 bucks
on your kids, you're a cheap slob.
Here's to all those ruptured bank accounts
and battered credit cards.
Y'know it happens every time that fat little
b****** in the red suit shows up
Here's to all of you. This is your song
So come on and let's get into the spirit!
Oh, here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
Here comes fatty with his sacka s***
And all them stinkin' reindeer