Indian Giver — текст песни (Squirrel Nut Zippers)

Well, Ive got a friend

Who lives across town

Every year when christmas rolls around

He gives me my christmas presents in a paper sack

Two hours later he wants it back

Hes an indian giver!

I ran to my momma I was hollerin and crying

She sent me to my poppa and I aint lying

He gave me some advice,

It sounded all right

But you know that he took it back later that night

Hes an indian giver!

Gonna write santy claus a valentine

Please santy claus wont you be mine?

When you bring around the presents in a leven foot sack

Please mr. santy dont take em back!

Dont be no indian giver!

Jim: santa, is it really you?

Santa: why, yes

Jim: Ive been waiting for you all night, and look at all these presents! are they for me, santa?

Santa: ho ho hooold on a minute now boy. I done check my list twice and you dont get no presents

Jim: what list? dont tell me youre takin them back!

Santa: how bout this nice lump of coal?

Jim: dont tell me youre an indian giver!

Jim: (cries)

Santa: ho ho ho

Jim: not santa