When I was small I believed in Santa Clause Although I knew it was my dad I would hang up my stockings on Christmas Open my gifts and I'd be glad But the last time I played Father Christmas I stood outside a department store A group of kids came over and mugged me And knocked the reindeer to the floor They said Father Christmas, give us your money Don't mess around with your silly toys 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