When Santa came to my town
With no ounce of love
I was like, F**k you-ooo!
Ooo Ooo Ooo!
I guess St. Nick and the wife ain’t getting enough
I'm like, F**k you, Santa! F**k her too!

I say, I got some brown stuff, tree has some brown stuff
Hey now, ain't that some sh**? (ain't that some sh**?)
And though there’s a train in my set
Nothing you wanna get, ho ho...
F**k you-ooo!
Ooo Ooo Ooo!

Why can‘t Santa, he can't afford a Ferrari?
But I could use DeLorean now
Would have liked an Xbox or at least Atari,
And whichever Rock Band game’s out now

I got some brown tooools that Jason wouldn’t use
(Ho ho, he's a cheap fat man)
Where’s
(The Blu-ray box set Batman?)
Ooooooh
My present made for you
Key of C and get your caroler friends

And when you’re giving me coal
And you steal my TV
I’m like, F**k you-ooo!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
And now the elves and the wife can watch some HD
But still
F**k you, and, uh, Rudolph, too

Gonna call up the coppers, bust you damn robber
Santa Claus? That bullsh**! (Claus? That’s bullsh**!)
And you will get B with an E
With a maximum fine, and bars...
F**k you-ooo!
Ho! Ho! Ho!

See your ass, in court tomorrow,
Stuff you’d steal to Christmas beat
Decked all the halls with…, made obscene calls with…
Claus, sorry to say, your ass is cheap

And what’s with the stooool that isn’t made of wood?
(It’s sh**, you should know, Santa)
Yuck!
(Just thought you should know, Santa)
Ooooooh
The herald angels sing:
“I hate your Yuletide ass right now!”

I’m almost done with this song
Hope it ain’t too long
Santa Claus, F**k you-ooo!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
I think that Kris kringled much on one of my walls
So, like, F**k you, and, uh, Frosty, too!

I say, St. Nicholas Grinched me, wanna go lynch thee
Maybe, next Halloween (next Halloween)
I can’t wait until your arrest
Present you will sure get, ho ho...
F**k you-ooo!
Ha! Ha! Ha!

Now Santa, Santa, Santa
I ain’t on the, on the naughty list yet
(no bad, no bad, no bad)

You seen “My Name is Earl?” with all that karma
"What you give‘s what you get!"
(you get, you get, you get)
Uh! Whhhy? Uh! Whhhy? Uh!
Whhhy Santa? Oh! I‘m Jewish now!
I‘m now Jewish. Oooh!

Now Santa’s coming downtown
With a ball and chain
I‘ll tell him, F**k you-ooo!
Ooo Ooo Ooo!
That ain’t St. Nick, he’s a fraud with ZZ Top’s beard
I’ll say, F**k you, Santa! Jack Frost too!

I say, I still smell brown stuff, horrible brown stuff
Hey now, ain't that some sh**? (ain't that some sh**?)
Yeah, and does a bear do this stuff
When he‘s walking the woods, Santa?
F**k you-ooo!
Ho! Ho! Ho!