Verse I
Christmas bells are ringin, reeds hangin on the door, the fairys on the tree, presents on the floor, Santa Clause is comin, all the childrens waitings done, but i wouldn't hold your breath kids cause Ailins got his gun.
T'was a quiet Christmas Eve, we were snuggled up in bed, we heard hooves upon the roof, thats when Ailin raised his head. He ran down through the front room brandishing his gun, aimed it up the chimney, shot the intruder up the bum.
Chorus
There's a dead man up the chimney we call him old st. Nick, we shot him up the arse and poked him with a stick, Oh' Christmas is cancelled old white beard is dead, we tried to pull him down we 'll have to burn him out instead.
There'll be no more singin, there'll be no more joy, with the reindeers put down and the elves are unemployed, don't bother with the tree, no more excitment going to bed, cause Ailin shot old Santy Clause and pumped him full of led.
Chorus
There's a dead man up the chimney we call him old st. Nick, we shot him up the arse and poked him with a stick, Oh' Christmas is cancelled old white beard is dead, we tried to pull him down we 'll have to burn him out instead.
Podge: "So did ya slay Santa Ailin? What. Did you shoot him in the sack? Ruldof has a red nose, with blood! C'mon kids!
"hey santa claus you bastard, wheres me fucking bike" is a close second i think
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