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  • Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
    For the good
    Gentile girls and the good
    Gentile boys
    When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
    Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
    From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
    Like a big fat drunk disgruntled
    Yuletide Rambo
    And he smiled and said, with a twinkle in his eye,"Merry Christmas to all, now you're all gonna die!"
    The night
    Santa went crazy
    The night
    St. Nick went insane
    Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
    Something finally must have snapped in his brain
    Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
    Everywhere you'll find pieces of
    Cupid and
    CometAnd he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
    And he ground up poor
    Rudolph into reindeer sausage
    He got Dancer and
    Prancer with an old
    German Luger
    And he slashed up
    Dasher just like
    Freddie Krueger
    And he picked up a flamethrower and barbecued
    BlitzenAnd he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"
    The night
    Santa went crazy
    The night
    Kris Kringle went nuts
    Now you can't hardly walk around the
    North Pole
    Without steppin' in reindeer guts
    There's the
    National Guard and the
    F. B. I.There's a van from the
    Eyewitness
    NewsAnd helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
    And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
    And everyone's dyin' to know, oh
    Santa, why?
    My my my my my my
    You used to be such a jolly guy
    Yes, Virginia, now
    Santa's doing time
    In a federal prison for his infamous crime
    Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears
    He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
    But now Vixen's in therapy and
    Donner's still nervous
    And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
    And they say
    Mrs. Claus, she's on the phone every night
    With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights
    They're talkin 'bout the night
    Santa went crazy
    The night
    St. Nicholas flipped
    Broke his back for some milk and cookies
    Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped
    Wo, the night
    Santa went crazy
    The night
    St. Nick went insane
    Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
    Something finally must have snapped in his brain
    Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
    Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain
  • Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
    For the good
    Gentile girls and the good
    Gentile boys
    When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
    Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
    From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
    Like a big fat drunk disgruntled
    Yuletide Rambo
    And he smiled and said, with a twinkle in his eye,"Merry Christmas to all, now you're all gonna die!"
    The night
    Santa went crazy
    The night
    St. Nick went insane
    Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
    Something finally must have snapped in his brain
    Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
    Everywhere you'll find pieces of
    Cupid and
    CometAnd he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
    And he ground up poor
    Rudolph into reindeer sausage
    He got Dancer and
    Prancer with an old
    German Luger
    And he slashed up
    Dasher just like
    Freddie Krueger
    And he picked up a flamethrower and barbecued
    BlitzenAnd he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"
    The night
    Santa went crazy
    The night
    Kris Kringle went nuts
    Now you can't hardly walk around the
    North Pole
    Without steppin' in reindeer guts
    There's the
    National Guard and the
    F. B. I.There's a van from the
    Eyewitness
    NewsAnd helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
    And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
    And everyone's dyin' to know, oh
    Santa, why?
    My my my my my my
    You used to be such a jolly guy
    Yes, Virginia, now
    Santa's doing time
    In a federal prison for his infamous crime
    Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears
    He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
    But now Vixen's in therapy and
    Donner's still nervous
    And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
    And they say
    Mrs. Claus, she's on the phone every night
    With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights
    They're talkin 'bout the night
    Santa went crazy
    The night
    St. Nicholas flipped
    Broke his back for some milk and cookies
    Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped
    Wo, the night
    Santa went crazy
    The night
    St. Nick went insane
    Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
    Something finally must have snapped in his brain
    Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
    Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain