Produced by Ray Davies
Performed by The Kinks
Released 1978

Lyrics for Father Christmas:

When I was small, I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stockings at Christmas
Open my presents, and I’d be glad
But the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my 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 it 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 no Jinx or Monopoly money
We only want the real McCoy

Father Christmas, give us some money
We’ll beat you up if you make us some wine
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys

Give my daddy a job ’cause he needs one
He’s got lots of mouths to feed
But if you’ve got one, I’ll take a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids on the street

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your 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 remember the kids who got nothing
While you’re drinking down your wine

Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Father Christmas please hand it over we’ll beat up don’t make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those 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

Listen to the song Father Christmas performed by The Kinks