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Lyricist: Weird Al Yankovic
Lyrics:
Down in the workshop, all the elves are making 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 as he said, with a twinkle in his eye 'Merry Christmas to all, now you're all gonna die!'
The night Santa went crazy The night Saint Nick went insane Realized he'd been gettin' the raw deal Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet And 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 Freddy Krueger And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen And 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 FBI There's a van from the Eyewitness News And helicopters circling 'round in the sky And the bullets are flying The body count's rising And everyone's dying to know, oh, Santa, why?
My-My-My-My-My-My You used to be such a jolly guy
'You there, in the red suit, put down your weapons'
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 seven-hundred 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 a lawyer, negotiating the movie rights, they're talkin' 'bout
The night Santa went crazy The night Saint Nicholas flipped Broke his back for some milk and cookies Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped Oh-oh, the night Santa went crazy The night Saint Nick went insane Realized he'd been gettin' the raw deal Something finally must've snapped in his brain Oh-oh, something finally must've snapped in his brain Tell ya, something finally must've snapped in his brain
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