Father (A Praise Tune)-Brothers

Father (A Praise Tune) - Brothers One, two, one, two, three When I was young I believed in Santa Clause Though I knew it was my dad And I would laid out stockings at Christmas Open my presents and I'd be glad But then one day I was playing Father Christmas I stood outside a department store A gang of kids came over and mugged me And knocked the reindeer to the floor They said, "Father Christmas give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys We'll beat you up if you don't hand them over We want your bread so don't make us annoyed Give all the toys to the little rich boys" Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit Don't give my sister a cuddly toy We don't want a jigsaw or Monopoly money We only want the real McCoy Father Christmas give us some money We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed Father Christmas give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one He's got a lot of mouths to feed But if you have one I'll have a machine gun So I can scare all the kids on the street Father Christmas give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys We'll 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 Have yourself a merry merry Christmas Have yourself a good time But don't forget all the kids who have nothing While you're drinking down your wine Father Christmas give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys We'll 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 Have yourself a merry merry Christmas Have yourself a good time