Santa told us, yes, he'd work us - all night Christmas Eve.
He also told us, "Stay awake - you never know who I'll catch!".
At the water cooler were a few elves popping off.
They told me of a rumor going 'round.

Elves are on strike! - Going on strike!
We haven't been paid in years.
December - December,
We won't make your toys today-aay-aaay!

Father Christmas hired scabs - while we were picketing.
They crossed the border - dressed as elves,
In the back of his limousine.
Now, we got wind that he recruited Munchkin punks from Oz.
They detoured off the Yellow Road - Now they're in Santa's Claws.

Elves are on strike! - Hey, we're on strike!
A Claus action suit is near.
December - December,
We won't give your toys away-ay-aay-aaay.

Whatever happened to Christmas spirit - and to liberty?
Santa runs a sweatshop built on - elfin slavery.
When I called my Senator - to see if he'd emote,
He just mumbled, "Feel your pain - but you're too short to vote."

Union says, "Strike!" - Elves say "Unite!",
We'll tug on the Old Man's beard.
December - December,
St. Nick's gonna rue the day-aay-aaay!